Richard's Theatre

Good lord, Ken Roe, I thought I knew a lot about theaters until you started posting information and photos. My hat is off to you, sir. I went here one night. It was small, hot, and packed wall to wall with people. I watched men stream in and out of a doorway located to the right of the screen. I thought there were soft drink machines in the back, and people were having conversations and making friends. Talk about naive! I didn’t want to think about what was going on. Then again, to this day, I can’t accept the fact that Sally Field is doing ads for some bone cream. She’s Gidget, and the surf will always be up. I didn’t go back to Richard’s, even though the admission was only 99 cents. This was my first, and last, experience in a storefront theater. If the walls in this place could talk, they would swear.