Wow, The Pilgrim Theater. Good times. My friends and I used to go there on Monday afternoons. It took nearly ten minutes for our eyes to adjust so that we could move into the theater to choose our “seat”. Even still it was so dark in there that you couldn’t tell which moving spector was your comrade. So, if one of us was to depart before the next, then you would walk to the very back of the theater and call out “swoolie”. This meant that you shouldn’t waste any time trying to find your friend in the dark. This is all before you could just send a text on your mobile. Then, we would go to Filene’s.
I think we all went together for one last whorah the week before it was to close. It was the end of some really great times. I was in my very early 20’s. I still walk past that stretch of Washington Street often and it doesn’t look at all like what I can recall in my memory. It looks more now like 8th Avenue near to 59th Street with its tall doorman towers. Things change kids…
Wow, The Pilgrim Theater. Good times. My friends and I used to go there on Monday afternoons. It took nearly ten minutes for our eyes to adjust so that we could move into the theater to choose our “seat”. Even still it was so dark in there that you couldn’t tell which moving spector was your comrade. So, if one of us was to depart before the next, then you would walk to the very back of the theater and call out “swoolie”. This meant that you shouldn’t waste any time trying to find your friend in the dark. This is all before you could just send a text on your mobile. Then, we would go to Filene’s.
I think we all went together for one last whorah the week before it was to close. It was the end of some really great times. I was in my very early 20’s. I still walk past that stretch of Washington Street often and it doesn’t look at all like what I can recall in my memory. It looks more now like 8th Avenue near to 59th Street with its tall doorman towers. Things change kids…