I was raised mostly in East Brunswick so I remember this theater well.. I did ride on that train when I was very young. Our family needed money for a while so my dad got a night job working in the sit down theater for a few months. Another story: My brother and I and some neighbor friends walked into the place one Saturday morning from the woods behind it. We were basically trespassing. I guess it was the manager or someone drove up to us and asked what were we doing. We didn’t know, we were just wandering around, far from home. We asked him for some free passes. He said no but somehow we worked out a deal where if we cleaned up all the trash that people threw out their car windows the Friday night before. He’d give use some free tickets. Looked like acres of trash. It seemed like it took forever but we picked up all the trash and we got free tickets to one movie. We kept showing up for a few weeks after that each Saturday morning and got free tickets each time. I recall one movie we saw with those tickets. It was Hard Days Night. One time the guy fronted us the tickets because we came late and the trash was already picked up. He told us to come on Sunday morning instead. We didn’t show! He thought we burned him. We showed up the following Saturday and made good on it. Another story:As we go older and in High School, we used to hide people on the floor in the back of the car and sneak them in. Another story: My buddy JB had this Pontiac Lemans, I think that’s what it was. It was a convertible, red. He’d pull in with the top down and buy a ticket. This was a huge car with a giant trunk. We were able to hide 5 guys in that trunk. They weren’t at all suspicious. Another story: I had a date one night and we were watching “Night Of The Living Dead”. I had to go and use the bathroom. She locked all the doors. After I was done I sneaked up to the car and shook it. She was so scared, she peed on the front seat. I don’t know if I stayed on topic or not. I figure someone might get a kick out of reading this. Shoots. I turn 67 in a couple of weeks. It might be the last time I get to tell any of these stories.
I was raised mostly in East Brunswick so I remember this theater well.. I did ride on that train when I was very young. Our family needed money for a while so my dad got a night job working in the sit down theater for a few months. Another story: My brother and I and some neighbor friends walked into the place one Saturday morning from the woods behind it. We were basically trespassing. I guess it was the manager or someone drove up to us and asked what were we doing. We didn’t know, we were just wandering around, far from home. We asked him for some free passes. He said no but somehow we worked out a deal where if we cleaned up all the trash that people threw out their car windows the Friday night before. He’d give use some free tickets. Looked like acres of trash. It seemed like it took forever but we picked up all the trash and we got free tickets to one movie. We kept showing up for a few weeks after that each Saturday morning and got free tickets each time. I recall one movie we saw with those tickets. It was Hard Days Night. One time the guy fronted us the tickets because we came late and the trash was already picked up. He told us to come on Sunday morning instead. We didn’t show! He thought we burned him. We showed up the following Saturday and made good on it. Another story:As we go older and in High School, we used to hide people on the floor in the back of the car and sneak them in. Another story: My buddy JB had this Pontiac Lemans, I think that’s what it was. It was a convertible, red. He’d pull in with the top down and buy a ticket. This was a huge car with a giant trunk. We were able to hide 5 guys in that trunk. They weren’t at all suspicious. Another story: I had a date one night and we were watching “Night Of The Living Dead”. I had to go and use the bathroom. She locked all the doors. After I was done I sneaked up to the car and shook it. She was so scared, she peed on the front seat. I don’t know if I stayed on topic or not. I figure someone might get a kick out of reading this. Shoots. I turn 67 in a couple of weeks. It might be the last time I get to tell any of these stories.