I worked here when I was 16 (1988). It was a fun job with great people, but Dickinson Theaters were tight and they paid us student wages totaling just over $2 an hour. On a good note, we never paid to see a movie or for popcorn and soda.
At first I started in concessions, but before my 17th birthday I was running projectors and even building up movies.
The manager during my time there was named Terrie. She was a musician who dated local musician the late Jim Wunderle.
Every Tuesday night was dollar-movie night. We never looked forward to Tuesdays as it was a chaotic mess. One of my responsibilities on Tuesday nights was to sit up in the projection room and watch for people drinking alcohol. Terrie would always reap the rewards after we would kick the guilty out.
One of our regulars was Sababa. He was a homeless African man living on Commercial Street who rode around with this unique bicycle he built from the junk. It was a cool bike with lights and other electronics—a beach cruiser. I don’t know how the little man ever pedaled it as it had to weight a ton. It was a rule in the theater that Sababa got in for free. He usually fell asleep quickly in the movie and was probably using it as a place to keep warm.
The first time Sababa came into the theater, I ran over to him as he was wheeling the bicycle in letting him know he cannot bring that inside. Terrie quickly ran out of her office letting me know that it was okay and that Sababa was a friend of the theater. Sababa then went on to show me his bike and told me his dream was for Tony Beason on KY3 to interview him so he could show all the children in Springfield his bike.
KSPR’s Sammy B. Good was also a regular and friend of Terrie’s. He came in to escape the nightmare of Halloween at the North Town Mall and snuck off to see a free movie. Shortly after, Sababa came in with his bike. I alerted him Sammy B. Good was in theater four and this was his chance to sell himself to get on TV.
I followed Sababa into that theater well aware Sammy would have a new nightmare to deal with. Sababa scanned the aisle and could not identify Sammy with his orange clown hair and came back to me asking if I would point him out. I did. Needless to say, Sammy didn’t get through his movie, but it was handshakes and pictures when Sammy escaped to the lobby to talk to Terrie with Sababa following.
I worked here when I was 16 (1988). It was a fun job with great people, but Dickinson Theaters were tight and they paid us student wages totaling just over $2 an hour. On a good note, we never paid to see a movie or for popcorn and soda.
At first I started in concessions, but before my 17th birthday I was running projectors and even building up movies.
The manager during my time there was named Terrie. She was a musician who dated local musician the late Jim Wunderle.
Every Tuesday night was dollar-movie night. We never looked forward to Tuesdays as it was a chaotic mess. One of my responsibilities on Tuesday nights was to sit up in the projection room and watch for people drinking alcohol. Terrie would always reap the rewards after we would kick the guilty out.
One of our regulars was Sababa. He was a homeless African man living on Commercial Street who rode around with this unique bicycle he built from the junk. It was a cool bike with lights and other electronics—a beach cruiser. I don’t know how the little man ever pedaled it as it had to weight a ton. It was a rule in the theater that Sababa got in for free. He usually fell asleep quickly in the movie and was probably using it as a place to keep warm.
The first time Sababa came into the theater, I ran over to him as he was wheeling the bicycle in letting him know he cannot bring that inside. Terrie quickly ran out of her office letting me know that it was okay and that Sababa was a friend of the theater. Sababa then went on to show me his bike and told me his dream was for Tony Beason on KY3 to interview him so he could show all the children in Springfield his bike.
KSPR’s Sammy B. Good was also a regular and friend of Terrie’s. He came in to escape the nightmare of Halloween at the North Town Mall and snuck off to see a free movie. Shortly after, Sababa came in with his bike. I alerted him Sammy B. Good was in theater four and this was his chance to sell himself to get on TV.
I followed Sababa into that theater well aware Sammy would have a new nightmare to deal with. Sababa scanned the aisle and could not identify Sammy with his orange clown hair and came back to me asking if I would point him out. I did. Needless to say, Sammy didn’t get through his movie, but it was handshakes and pictures when Sammy escaped to the lobby to talk to Terrie with Sababa following.