The thing I remember most about the Sheridan wasn’t so much the movies I saw. It was my dad dragging me there every Sunday morning when I was a little kid for the flea market. At that age I could never understand why someone wanted to buy someone elses used crap. But as long as he let me play in the little playground behind the consession stand all was good. :)
The thing I remember most about the Sheridan wasn’t so much the movies I saw. It was my dad dragging me there every Sunday morning when I was a little kid for the flea market. At that age I could never understand why someone wanted to buy someone elses used crap. But as long as he let me play in the little playground behind the consession stand all was good. :)