"a small older theater with seven screens"....
Wow.
Here we, we got a seven screen theater. It's nice sort of. But it
forced the original movie house to town to close. Took all the
business.
And I miss that place.
Its where I took my wife when we were dating. Its where my daughter
saw her first big movie. Its where my parents went. Even my grandparents
saw movies there.
I remember being thrown out of the movies there for some reason.
We were being "mean" the man said. His name was Harry and he
owned the place. Old man, and he walked around with his flashlight.
Didn't allow no hanky-panky in his movies....He owned the local drive in
too....I got thrown out of there a few times.
So yes, we've got a big fancy theater now.
But I miss the little tiny place we had, and all the memories.
Spook.
*....One of those memories?
I wasn't always married. I use to be a normal boy. And one time I
used to date girls. Until my wife (and Harry) put a stop to it.
At one time I took a different girl to the movies every night for a week.
I remember the movie, but I've long forgotten the girls names. Anyway,
a creature of habit, I sat in the same place every time.
With a different young lady.
And old Harry noticed this.
He actually called me in his office and told me this wasn't right, that I
needed to just date one at a time, that for me not to be greedy and date
all the girls in town, to leave some for the other boys.
What he actually said was that I needed to decide which girl I really liked,
and then to focus on her.
That's kinda sorta what I did. And I'm still focused on her, all these years.
Now Harry, he died some years ago. He had himself a great big nice funeral.
I think everybody in town knew old Harry. He had watched us all grow up.
We had watched his silver screen and he...and he had watched us.
That was Harry. Everyone's grandpa.
I got in a fight there one night. Over a girl. (and looking back, she was even
an ugly girl) But me and another boy, we went out back in the alley to
settle things.
And before me and Jeff got to beating on each other, there came Harry.
He called us down. He handled us. He didn't call our parents. He didn't
need to...when we were at the movies, we were in Harry's house. If he
had to call our parents, we were really in trouble.
He watched over us.
Even now, when we go to the big new movie house, I miss Harry.
I wish he could throw me out one more time.
And when my little girl grows up, and some boy takes her to the
movies...who's going to be there to watch over her for me?
I'm so glad Harry and his little one-screen movie was a part of my life.
Awesome man, awesome memories.
Now, along the movie reviews, has anyone else got a movie-memory
they would like to tell about?
Spook....