My father was Carl Hoffman, and he managed the Omaha Theater in the 1960’s.
The earliest memories of my life include this theater. And from the eyes of an 8 year old, it was really a cool place to spend time.
I remember the deep maroon paisley carpeting. I remember the plastic orange containers of orange-drink that sat in a bowl of ice on the counter of the concession stand.
I remember the Balcony.
I remember Paxton Billiards next to it on the corner.
I’m sad about it not being there anymore as well. It was among the last of the “Old School” houses.
My father was Carl Hoffman, and he managed the Omaha Theater in the 1960’s.
The earliest memories of my life include this theater. And from the eyes of an 8 year old, it was really a cool place to spend time.
I remember the deep maroon paisley carpeting. I remember the plastic orange containers of orange-drink that sat in a bowl of ice on the counter of the concession stand.
I remember the Balcony.
I remember Paxton Billiards next to it on the corner.
I’m sad about it not being there anymore as well. It was among the last of the “Old School” houses.