My dad was stationed at Lackland from ‘66-'69 and I always thought it was a treat to go to a movie at the Majestic. I remember watching the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine there and walking down the aisle during the show seeing kids huffing glue. My first introduction to drugs…at the Majestic!
Many times, my wife and I were the only people for a show…remember Fellini’s Armacord in particular. The projectionist yelled down to make sure we were comfortable during the previews. Before the theater was torn down, the “destruction” company opened up the back wall and gave the public 1 hour to take anything that was left. I personally loaded the center front row of seats (row of 6) into my pickup; but, have no documentation as verification (other than the original gum under the seats). There was a large art-deco clock (φ 3') high on one wall that I would have loved to take. I remember it was the first thing the wrecking ball hit. Ouch!
My dad was stationed at Lackland from ‘66-'69 and I always thought it was a treat to go to a movie at the Majestic. I remember watching the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine there and walking down the aisle during the show seeing kids huffing glue. My first introduction to drugs…at the Majestic!
Many times, my wife and I were the only people for a show…remember Fellini’s Armacord in particular. The projectionist yelled down to make sure we were comfortable during the previews. Before the theater was torn down, the “destruction” company opened up the back wall and gave the public 1 hour to take anything that was left. I personally loaded the center front row of seats (row of 6) into my pickup; but, have no documentation as verification (other than the original gum under the seats). There was a large art-deco clock (φ 3') high on one wall that I would have loved to take. I remember it was the first thing the wrecking ball hit. Ouch!