I wrote a short story about attending the Hitching Post Theater’s western movies when I was a kid growing up in Hollywood. We checked our cap guns at the candy stand before entering the theater. I remember the noise and popcorn bag throwing during the singing or “love scenes” between the cowboy star and the banker’s daughter on the front porch of their ranch house. I also remember the calm that came over the crowded theater when the shooting resumed and the good guys chased the bad guys. I also remember Andy Clyde as my Cub Scout Leader when I attended Cheremoya grammar school.
Morley J. Helfand
I wrote a short story about attending the Hitching Post Theater’s western movies when I was a kid growing up in Hollywood. We checked our cap guns at the candy stand before entering the theater. I remember the noise and popcorn bag throwing during the singing or “love scenes” between the cowboy star and the banker’s daughter on the front porch of their ranch house. I also remember the calm that came over the crowded theater when the shooting resumed and the good guys chased the bad guys. I also remember Andy Clyde as my Cub Scout Leader when I attended Cheremoya grammar school.
Morley J. Helfand