This was the place I saw my first porn flick. My cousin and myself heard through the Grapevine that this theatre didnt ask for proof of age. This was the truth I was 15 he was 13. They let us right in to see “Debbie Does Dallas” and “Count The Ways”. These were our first porno experiences. When we tried to go back a few weeks later we were not let in. I guess it depended on the mood of the male cashier. The worst part about it was being constantly molested by the male staff!! I personally will never forget this place.
I had the pleasure of working at The Bayside Theatre in the late 70’s early 80’s. At 15 I was approached by the manager. A tough lady with a big beehive hairdo named Rosie who lived upstairs from the theatre. This certainly was a growing up experience for me. The place was creepy and in bad need of repair. I lived up the street and could be there in less than 5 minutes. I remember when we showed movies in what they called “sensaround” paint chips from the ceiling would fall down. There was also a fire during this time. We were showing “Guyana Cult of the Dammed” I remember being called to come in and help clean up. It smelled awfull. If I had to go turn the heat on it was a horrifying experience. It was down in the basement. It was an erie place. I always thought it was a bit haunted. I remember going to the back and seeing a calendar hanging on the wall from 1951. I would for sure say that there were spirits still lingering in that place.
This was the place I saw my first porn flick. My cousin and myself heard through the Grapevine that this theatre didnt ask for proof of age. This was the truth I was 15 he was 13. They let us right in to see “Debbie Does Dallas” and “Count The Ways”. These were our first porno experiences. When we tried to go back a few weeks later we were not let in. I guess it depended on the mood of the male cashier. The worst part about it was being constantly molested by the male staff!! I personally will never forget this place.
I had the pleasure of working at The Bayside Theatre in the late 70’s early 80’s. At 15 I was approached by the manager. A tough lady with a big beehive hairdo named Rosie who lived upstairs from the theatre. This certainly was a growing up experience for me. The place was creepy and in bad need of repair. I lived up the street and could be there in less than 5 minutes. I remember when we showed movies in what they called “sensaround” paint chips from the ceiling would fall down. There was also a fire during this time. We were showing “Guyana Cult of the Dammed” I remember being called to come in and help clean up. It smelled awfull. If I had to go turn the heat on it was a horrifying experience. It was down in the basement. It was an erie place. I always thought it was a bit haunted. I remember going to the back and seeing a calendar hanging on the wall from 1951. I would for sure say that there were spirits still lingering in that place.