When I worked there in the ‘80s, we used to call our manager the “Marlboro Light Man”—touseled hair, angled cigarette and checkered Palestinian scarf. Was that Bill?
I passed the theater last weekend as the marquee was changing. Since the renovations, staff have it much easier than when Garen Daley used to send me climbing on top of the icy old awning in February while local kids took my ladder. Of course, the coffee was an even worse danger. We had no fridge, keeping the milk in the freezer and leaving it on the counter to defrost. You had to catch it at the right stage, after it was no longer gelato but before it had turned to yogurt.
The current management ought to sponsor a reunion for all former employees. There are probably enough of us to fill the entire main theater. Maybe you could show “Diva,” which all of us have only seen eleven hundred times anyway.
That place held a lot of hidden treasures, including a gigantic flyspace. Any clues what happened to the old vaudeville banner?
When I worked there in the ‘80s, we used to call our manager the “Marlboro Light Man”—touseled hair, angled cigarette and checkered Palestinian scarf. Was that Bill?
I passed the theater last weekend as the marquee was changing. Since the renovations, staff have it much easier than when Garen Daley used to send me climbing on top of the icy old awning in February while local kids took my ladder. Of course, the coffee was an even worse danger. We had no fridge, keeping the milk in the freezer and leaving it on the counter to defrost. You had to catch it at the right stage, after it was no longer gelato but before it had turned to yogurt.
The current management ought to sponsor a reunion for all former employees. There are probably enough of us to fill the entire main theater. Maybe you could show “Diva,” which all of us have only seen eleven hundred times anyway.
That place held a lot of hidden treasures, including a gigantic flyspace. Any clues what happened to the old vaudeville banner?