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well? Get on with it, we’re waiting…
Pearl St. I have no doubt.
Seeing Albert Lamb, in OTW, looking exactly as I remember it, snackbar window and all, was like looking through a timescope. Thank you.
Michael Nicholson! Weren’t you the voice of the “now showing” outgoing messages on the OTW phone machine?
“Next: early struggles until we found Betty Boop… ”
Don’t tease us, get on with it!
A late night, a glass of wine, and, on a whim, I Google “Off the Wall” to see if anyone has ever even heard of my favorite movie theater of all time, and lo and behold… 1978 was my first full summer in Boston and I went to OTW at it’s original location on Main St. to see a Fleisher Bros. cartoon festival (Betty Boop, Popeye, Superman), and fell in love immediately with the scholarly program notes that were handed out with each admission, as well as with the coffee and cheesecake. Some years later, I wrote a monthly column for the BEACON (an extremely small-circulation periodical with a somewhat exclusive readership) called The MOVIE-CRAWL, and I believe a review of whatever I had seen at OTW made it in almost every column. God, how I miss that place…