Do you believe in magic? Well, I believe theirs some kind of magic in this life. The other morning while watching a music video called The Story, which takes place in an old grand style movie theater, I started noticing similarities with the Fox Redondo. I thought wow, deja vu all over again; both had similar balconies, ornate ceilings, and those huge curtains. That thought left me with a curious fascination that felt as if I had been dipped into liquid memories. The memory of the Fox Redondo had been long gone and I found myself wanting to recall more about the Fox in Redondo where I spent much of my youth. So with a flick of the wrist and Google I found this web site. And like all of you who left your memories here I to possess some truly terrific times that took place in that majestic Fox.
I want to find out some details about the stairs going up to the balcony. I’m hoping those details will help me remember some of those precious memories. I remember the basic stories I have but not all the details. I should remember the little things like the stain on the carpet where I sat all the time in the balcony or how sticky the side of the armrest was or how someone scratched the side of that armrest with their fingernails down to the bare wood. I know I’m fishing for titbits like I use to fish for Bonitos in the breakwater but who knows what will surface in that head of mine if I read the correct words. I do however, remember the mark or little tear on the screen.
Does any one out there remember what the highest price for a ticket was before the price fell to 75 cents? Would any one remember how many stair treads there are going up to the balcony? I should know those things because I’ve been up those stairs enough times but I just can’t remember right now. I do remember some odd little things I use to do from that time. Sometimes other than riding my bike I would walk from our house on 2nd street in Hermosa up to PCH, down past the King Harbor arch, the down to the Thrifty Drug store to buy a scoop of cherry vanilla and a balsa wood glider. On my way there I would count things like the cracks in the sidewalk, or my foot steps, out of state plates, or anything else that caught my attention, and yes the stair treads going up to the balcony. Well, with a little help I’m sure some of those details will come to mind to help write a short story or two.
As a kid and from about the early sixties tell the doors closed for the last time in the early seventies would be my memories of the Fox redondo. I think this is so unreal without a doubt, all this desire to write from a music video. How cool is that?
You know, all across our country on any given Friday or saturday night there are movies in the park or movies in the dark. I bet it wouldn’t be too difficult to organize a small event like that. The event could take place right on the same spot the Fox Redondo stood. I went to Redondo High and finished in 72. Cruising was a big part of that time for me. We would all gather at Captain’s Corner (parking lot by the salt-water pool). Now on a Friday in that same parking lot theirs Ruby’s Dinner, they host a weekly car show with cars from the 30s to the early70s. Organizing a movie event with a car show seems like a no brainier to me. And I wouldn’t be surprised to find a story there. Well, just an idea to think about.
Do you believe in magic? Well, I believe theirs some kind of magic in this life. The other morning while watching a music video called The Story, which takes place in an old grand style movie theater, I started noticing similarities with the Fox Redondo. I thought wow, deja vu all over again; both had similar balconies, ornate ceilings, and those huge curtains. That thought left me with a curious fascination that felt as if I had been dipped into liquid memories. The memory of the Fox Redondo had been long gone and I found myself wanting to recall more about the Fox in Redondo where I spent much of my youth. So with a flick of the wrist and Google I found this web site. And like all of you who left your memories here I to possess some truly terrific times that took place in that majestic Fox.
I want to find out some details about the stairs going up to the balcony. I’m hoping those details will help me remember some of those precious memories. I remember the basic stories I have but not all the details. I should remember the little things like the stain on the carpet where I sat all the time in the balcony or how sticky the side of the armrest was or how someone scratched the side of that armrest with their fingernails down to the bare wood. I know I’m fishing for titbits like I use to fish for Bonitos in the breakwater but who knows what will surface in that head of mine if I read the correct words. I do however, remember the mark or little tear on the screen.
Does any one out there remember what the highest price for a ticket was before the price fell to 75 cents? Would any one remember how many stair treads there are going up to the balcony? I should know those things because I’ve been up those stairs enough times but I just can’t remember right now. I do remember some odd little things I use to do from that time. Sometimes other than riding my bike I would walk from our house on 2nd street in Hermosa up to PCH, down past the King Harbor arch, the down to the Thrifty Drug store to buy a scoop of cherry vanilla and a balsa wood glider. On my way there I would count things like the cracks in the sidewalk, or my foot steps, out of state plates, or anything else that caught my attention, and yes the stair treads going up to the balcony. Well, with a little help I’m sure some of those details will come to mind to help write a short story or two.
As a kid and from about the early sixties tell the doors closed for the last time in the early seventies would be my memories of the Fox redondo. I think this is so unreal without a doubt, all this desire to write from a music video. How cool is that?
You know, all across our country on any given Friday or saturday night there are movies in the park or movies in the dark. I bet it wouldn’t be too difficult to organize a small event like that. The event could take place right on the same spot the Fox Redondo stood. I went to Redondo High and finished in 72. Cruising was a big part of that time for me. We would all gather at Captain’s Corner (parking lot by the salt-water pool). Now on a Friday in that same parking lot theirs Ruby’s Dinner, they host a weekly car show with cars from the 30s to the early70s. Organizing a movie event with a car show seems like a no brainier to me. And I wouldn’t be surprised to find a story there. Well, just an idea to think about.