Lets set the record straight. From 1952 to 1960 I lived at 274 Montgomery Avenue in Cranston RI. When I looked across the street I looked at 305 Alabama Ave in Providence RI. On a good day I could hit the Palace Theatre with a slingshot. It was on MY side of Montgomery Ave across Broad Street. Living in close proximity to the Palace was the nearest thing to occupying heaven I have experienced during and since in my life. For 2-bits, that’s twenty-five cents to you city folk, when, you walked through those velvet curtains… the smell of the REAL butter on the popcorn; the sound of the sizzle coming off the top of a cup of Coca Cola hit you like a summer sunrise. Do you remember when you could actually see and hear the flavor of something before you ever actually ate or drank it? You were probably 9-11 years old like I was. When those curtains closed behind, and the lights went down, everthing changed in your life. Time stopped and didn’t resume until the lights came up. It says that there were 980 seats in the Palace. That must be wrong. I only remember maybe 4-5. One was my seat, and the others were for my forever friends. The Palace Theatre. In the truest sense of the words it was wonderful.
Lets set the record straight. From 1952 to 1960 I lived at 274 Montgomery Avenue in Cranston RI. When I looked across the street I looked at 305 Alabama Ave in Providence RI. On a good day I could hit the Palace Theatre with a slingshot. It was on MY side of Montgomery Ave across Broad Street. Living in close proximity to the Palace was the nearest thing to occupying heaven I have experienced during and since in my life. For 2-bits, that’s twenty-five cents to you city folk, when, you walked through those velvet curtains… the smell of the REAL butter on the popcorn; the sound of the sizzle coming off the top of a cup of Coca Cola hit you like a summer sunrise. Do you remember when you could actually see and hear the flavor of something before you ever actually ate or drank it? You were probably 9-11 years old like I was. When those curtains closed behind, and the lights went down, everthing changed in your life. Time stopped and didn’t resume until the lights came up. It says that there were 980 seats in the Palace. That must be wrong. I only remember maybe 4-5. One was my seat, and the others were for my forever friends. The Palace Theatre. In the truest sense of the words it was wonderful.