This theater rocked. I still remember the old ladies in squeaky shoes who roamed the aisles with flashlights looking for bad kids.
The manager, a guy with a pencil-thin mustache used to store packages of his hot dog buns in the barber shop next door.
This theater rocked. I still remember the old ladies in squeaky shoes who roamed the aisles with flashlights looking for bad kids.
The manager, a guy with a pencil-thin mustache used to store packages of his hot dog buns in the barber shop next door.