My mom and dad, Lois and Glenn Ream, operated the Cactus from its opening. They lived in a small apartment which was located at the base of the screen house. The drive-in also had a cactus garden for people to wander around. One of the cactus plants, a cholla is still extant. I know because it’s now in my yard.
Ms. Blanche Hatton, as the family story goes, was the manager of the Lobo. For about four decades. (She was in the theater business when Roentgen discovered x-rays (that’s a joke), and didn’t retire until she was well into her nineties.)
Anyway, back to the story. Miss Hatton was closing the Lobo late one night(she was alone in the theater) when, with the “petty cash box” in hand, she was met with an armed intruder in the Lobo lobby.
“Give me the cash!” the robber demanded.
“You want the cash?” Miss Hatton asked. “Here,” she said, “take it!”
Miss Hatton hurled the cash box at the intruder. The weight of the contents of the box was sufficient to knock the pathetic, hapless robber unconscious. When the cops arrived, the bad guy was arrested, and Miss Hatton deposited the receipts early the next morning. By the way, she was close to eighty years old when she took out the punk who was
60 years her junior.
My mom and dad, Lois and Glenn Ream, operated the Cactus from its opening. They lived in a small apartment which was located at the base of the screen house. The drive-in also had a cactus garden for people to wander around. One of the cactus plants, a cholla is still extant. I know because it’s now in my yard.
Ms. Blanche Hatton, as the family story goes, was the manager of the Lobo. For about four decades. (She was in the theater business when Roentgen discovered x-rays (that’s a joke), and didn’t retire until she was well into her nineties.)
Anyway, back to the story. Miss Hatton was closing the Lobo late one night(she was alone in the theater) when, with the “petty cash box” in hand, she was met with an armed intruder in the Lobo lobby.
“Give me the cash!” the robber demanded.
“You want the cash?” Miss Hatton asked. “Here,” she said, “take it!”
Miss Hatton hurled the cash box at the intruder. The weight of the contents of the box was sufficient to knock the pathetic, hapless robber unconscious. When the cops arrived, the bad guy was arrested, and Miss Hatton deposited the receipts early the next morning. By the way, she was close to eighty years old when she took out the punk who was 60 years her junior.
Here’s to Miss Blanche Hatton!