I spent four years of my high school and college years (1978-1982) running the projectors for BRC-East. Wow what a blast and the memories! How about the one where the ushers all picked up a fellow usher’s MG car and placed it between two of the columns while the poor guy was on a date in the theatre… When he got out of the show he went as red as the blazers we all wore! He couldn’t go forward or backwards more than two inches – Man we all fell about the place!
I went into the old building in November of 2006 one rainy Saturday afternoon with my son in tow. The front door was unlocked and we walked right in. The copper thieves had already hit it HARD! – it was in sad shape. I showed my son where I used to sit while the machines were all running. He took a look around and exclaimed that “his” initials were carved in to that workbench leg… I HAD to laugh! Its a shame, my grade-school has been torn down – now this. Though, the memories will only leave when I do.
I spent four years of my high school and college years (1978-1982) running the projectors for BRC-East. Wow what a blast and the memories! How about the one where the ushers all picked up a fellow usher’s MG car and placed it between two of the columns while the poor guy was on a date in the theatre… When he got out of the show he went as red as the blazers we all wore! He couldn’t go forward or backwards more than two inches – Man we all fell about the place!
I went into the old building in November of 2006 one rainy Saturday afternoon with my son in tow. The front door was unlocked and we walked right in. The copper thieves had already hit it HARD! – it was in sad shape. I showed my son where I used to sit while the machines were all running. He took a look around and exclaimed that “his” initials were carved in to that workbench leg… I HAD to laugh! Its a shame, my grade-school has been torn down – now this. Though, the memories will only leave when I do.