In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fourth Wall.”
You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.
When I was a teenager back in the ’50s Saturday night was the event night of the week. Events didn’t come any larger that that. We had our Happy Days look alike, a soda fountain/drugstore. Everyone in my generation assembled there to order pine floats, and such, until about seven o’clock rolled around. Then we moved next door to the Booth Theater to watch whatever the film truck had left for us on Wednesday.
Television was making inroads, so we might not have had a theater had the undertaking business been so lucrative – it just so happened that Mr. Booth also owned the Booth Funeral Home. Without a doubt the movie house was a write-off.
One Saturday night my girl and I were watching the weekly selection when the pharmacist spilled a gallon of linseed oil on the oil-fired furnace. Within minutes we were herded into the street like a herd of Texas Longhorns.
You asked what was playing? I don’t recall. We were a little busy.
Mr. Booth lost his write-off and we lost our theater. The last time I looked Mr. Booth was gone as will, joined his relatives on the hill.
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