My father took me into a former news theatre on the front in Blackpool; I was quite young, almost certainly before we got our first TV, and I don't remember him explaining anything. It was dark and all of a sudden there was a burst of strange music and a reddish pink thing appeared in the far distance and something stuck its head through it and I yelled really loudly, "The walls are closing in!" because I'd had no idea until the screen lit up that it was a long, narrow space with what seemed like 1,000 people in front of us. And that's how we found out I'm claustrophobic. My dad was deeply embarrassed and hustled me out. I don't think I knew what the place was until he told my mother about it at dinner; that's how I know it was an old news theatre. At least I can say I visited one of those before they ripped it out, and that he tried to start me off on Looney Tunes rather than some treacly pap.
Yes. DubhGrandpa took me to see Lassie Come Home at the Palace theater in Flint, Michigan. The Palace is long since demolished, but I recall seeing the movie there quite well. Must've been about 1968 or so, when the movie was in re-release.
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