It was a block away from us. The neighborhood’s giant prototype flat screen TV. In the 50s, a kid under 12 got a double feature and two (?) cartoons for a quarter. The twin-door entrance in the little lobby was black padded vinyl studded with silver stars. A small clock ringed with purple neon hung high on the wall on the right of the screen. During those Saturday matinees, ushers' flashlights would go bouncing down the aisles looking for rowdy kids they’d sometimes eject. Would lose myself in movies like “Moby Dick” with Gregory Peck, which was SRO that matinee, and “The Vikings” with Kirk Douglas. Great place. Great memories.
It was a block away from us. The neighborhood’s giant prototype flat screen TV. In the 50s, a kid under 12 got a double feature and two (?) cartoons for a quarter. The twin-door entrance in the little lobby was black padded vinyl studded with silver stars. A small clock ringed with purple neon hung high on the wall on the right of the screen. During those Saturday matinees, ushers' flashlights would go bouncing down the aisles looking for rowdy kids they’d sometimes eject. Would lose myself in movies like “Moby Dick” with Gregory Peck, which was SRO that matinee, and “The Vikings” with Kirk Douglas. Great place. Great memories.