I lived in Chicago from 1975 to 1979. Eventually, because I lived near Loyola, I would either drive to the Bryn Mawr or take the El train there. It was just a couple stops. Whenever on the El train looking out the window I could see posted on their sign what the Bryn Mawr was playing. If it was something good enough, I’d remember to go there soon because they didn’t keep movies there long. Because I refused to have a TV at home, I’d go to the movies about twice a week and had to save money. Tickets were real cheap, maybe just a buck or 2. The movies used to show up at the Bryn Mawr a couple months after release which was ok by me. Theater was always empty, maybe just 10, 20 people, mostly guys; and when I went there it was just 11 or 21. I never sensed danger there though. It was always quiet. I’d just pay for my ticket, watch the movie, then go home. I was in my early 20’s back then and didn’t have much money. Seeing the picture of that theater sign brought these memories back. I miss those days, I guess.
I lived in Chicago from 1975 to 1979. Eventually, because I lived near Loyola, I would either drive to the Bryn Mawr or take the El train there. It was just a couple stops. Whenever on the El train looking out the window I could see posted on their sign what the Bryn Mawr was playing. If it was something good enough, I’d remember to go there soon because they didn’t keep movies there long. Because I refused to have a TV at home, I’d go to the movies about twice a week and had to save money. Tickets were real cheap, maybe just a buck or 2. The movies used to show up at the Bryn Mawr a couple months after release which was ok by me. Theater was always empty, maybe just 10, 20 people, mostly guys; and when I went there it was just 11 or 21. I never sensed danger there though. It was always quiet. I’d just pay for my ticket, watch the movie, then go home. I was in my early 20’s back then and didn’t have much money. Seeing the picture of that theater sign brought these memories back. I miss those days, I guess.