It was once just part of a landscape, and now it is a psychological shrine—-The Oriental Theater—-the Ori. Before DVDs and cable television, this was my house of entertainment. To this day, I find it difficult to conceive of a new motion picture running before my eyes without the aroma of popcorn and the clouds and stars of that theater. I grew up in Mattapan from 1954 to 1964, and that theater is part of my being. This feeling has to be true of my contemporaries. If any of those ar reading this, say hello to me at
It was once just part of a landscape, and now it is a psychological shrine—-The Oriental Theater—-the Ori. Before DVDs and cable television, this was my house of entertainment. To this day, I find it difficult to conceive of a new motion picture running before my eyes without the aroma of popcorn and the clouds and stars of that theater. I grew up in Mattapan from 1954 to 1964, and that theater is part of my being. This feeling has to be true of my contemporaries. If any of those ar reading this, say hello to me at