Comments on: Living At The Movies http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/ Take time to seek out a better way, while exploring less traveled side roads along the path Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:17:25 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: Fred Klein http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-57 Fred Klein Tue, 05 Dec 2006 08:52:24 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-57 What a find. Dee, you must contact me by email - I'm looking for old memorabilia from Biloxi in the 50's - especially it's theaters (the Saenger, Avenue, Myers, Roxy, Bayview, and , of course THE BUCK). I looked at some of your other BLOGS, and they're all first class. Keep up the good work. Regards, Fred PS Maybe Tom will remember the Biloxi Bakery - started by my Grandfather and run by his three sons during the 40's-70. F What a find. Dee, you must contact me by email – I’m looking for old memorabilia from Biloxi in the 50′s – especially it’s theaters (the Saenger, Avenue, Myers, Roxy, Bayview, and , of course THE BUCK). I looked at some of your other BLOGS, and they’re all first class. Keep up the good work.

Regards,
Fred
PS Maybe Tom will remember the Biloxi Bakery – started by my Grandfather and run by his three sons during the 40′s-70.
F

]]> By: Finding Direction: The Wind Vane Chronicles » Blog Archive » I’b Got A Code & Cougff http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-56 Finding Direction: The Wind Vane Chronicles » Blog Archive » I’b Got A Code & Cougff Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:42:39 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-56 [...] I'm sick.  But we've had a great holiday weekend anyway.  I think I'll live.  Our friends from Texas said when they got here and found out I had a cold, "You should have called us and told us not to come.  You should have let us know because we told you if you got sick to let us know!"To which I replied, "What you said was 'if either of you has to go to an ER or into ICU let us know and we won't come'," giving me a hard time about my recent hospitalization while on vacation.  Well, neither one of us had to do that, so I didn't call.  Besides - I wanted them to come!!I've been managing with lots of kleenexes.  (Brand name there and I'm sure I should capitalize the word and show the trademark symbol, but won't.)  And we had a great time.  Although they spoiled the party by leaving too soon this morning.  Going to stop on the way home to visit another old friend.Well . . . our traditional Thanksgiving dinner of Tom's award winning baby back ribs rubbed liberally with his dry rub and slathered and servied with the secret award winning BBQ sauce, baked beans, corn on the cob and homemade coleslaw was a huge success.  Marty graciously made the coleslaw dressing from memory and it  was a big success. as well.  Bill thought the ribs were by far the meatiest, tenderest smoked ribs he's ever eaten.  Five stars from he and Marty, the two judges, for the meal so I'd say we scored.Y'all just plain ol' missed out, I'm tellin' ya.  Boy it was good.  Even with my somewhat diminished sense of smell and taste it was still finger lickin' good.After that mouth watering lunch we drove over to the Mississippi gulf coast to show them the Katrina devastation.  As often as we go over there it is always still really chilling to see.  The mind continues to be incapable of comprehending the loss.   We spent the rest of the evening visiting, catching up on old classmates, watching football and watching a movie on our new big HDTV.  Tom finally has his movie theater at home, I think, after literally growing up living in the back of a movie theater (and drive in, too.  See "Living At The Movies").  All we need now are the red velvet curtains on the windows and walls, the luxury recliner seats and the pop corn machine.  Of course we did eat gourmet pop corn.  That was our dessert a few hours after our meal.  First class with us all the way, I'm tellin' ya.Yesterday we spent most of the day in New Orleans.  First we ate seafood at River Shack on the Mississippi River road and the rest of the afternoon we walked around the French Quarter going into little shops of all kinds, but mainly art galleries.  Bill is a professional artist so we learned a lot from him about paintings and different kinds of art.  It was perfect sight seeing weather - about 70 degrees, warm in the sun, cool in the shade.  We drank daiquiris and laughed a lot.  It was a perfect day. We came home to rest a bit and then headed out again to Mandeville to the famed (around here, anyway) Ruby's Roadhouse to listen to fantastic Louisiana Blues by Tab Benoit (Ben-wah) and his band.  He is an extraordinarily gifted young man on the guitar from Houma, Louisiana down in the bayous below New Orleans.  He burned and blazed through his show on his guitar that looks as if it is a pair of well worn shoes.  He's worn the finish off of it yet plays it still.  It's his constant companion.In between having fun looking at art and enjoying art in the form of fantastic blues music talk came easy.  We enjoyed each other's company and the presence of each other after so many years of knowing each other.  I met both Bill & Marty when I was 10 years old when we moved back to Texas and I entered 4th grade there in the middle of the fall semester.  Llife was simple back then, black and white, honed in the steely determination of the cotton farmers who farmed the verdant land of the lower panhandle of Texas.  It was a good life.Marty lived in town, but Bill and I were out on farms and rode the same trusty old school bus together from 10 years on.  We were bus companions and class companions as well.  We wore our friendship as comfortably as an aged handkerchief folded lovingly in our pocket.  Friendship was born and grew out of the shared life experiences in childhood.  We were molded and modeled by our parents, our town, our very existence on the South Plains of the panhandle of Texas.Life was good.  We didn't know it at the time, but it was as good as it can get.  Friendships were forged in fields of crops grown by our parents and harvested to give us sustenance for daily living.   Life on and from the land.  Those are days gone by for most people in this country and it is a shame.  We must go back to the land to fully recognize our place in this universe.  God is greater than man.  The land's bounty is won by months of daily toil and God's providence in the rain and sun.  When harvest comes it is truly a time of thanksgiving.Thus I think of those days these Thanksgiving holiday as I've spent them with long ago friends who share a common experience and view of life.  Our lives since have been molded by the children we were then.  And we are thankful, still. [...] [...] I’m sick.  But we’ve had a great holiday weekend anyway.  I think I’ll live.  Our friends from Texas said when they got here and found out I had a cold, "You should have called us and told us not to come.  You should have let us know because we told you if you got sick to let us know!"To which I replied, "What you said was ‘if either of you has to go to an ER or into ICU let us know and we won’t come’," giving me a hard time about my recent hospitalization while on vacation.  Well, neither one of us had to do that, so I didn’t call.  Besides – I wanted them to come!!I’ve been managing with lots of kleenexes.  (Brand name there and I’m sure I should capitalize the word and show the trademark symbol, but won’t.)  And we had a great time.  Although they spoiled the party by leaving too soon this morning.  Going to stop on the way home to visit another old friend.Well . . . our traditional Thanksgiving dinner of Tom’s award winning baby back ribs rubbed liberally with his dry rub and slathered and servied with the secret award winning BBQ sauce, baked beans, corn on the cob and homemade coleslaw was a huge success.  Marty graciously made the coleslaw dressing from memory and it  was a big success. as well.  Bill thought the ribs were by far the meatiest, tenderest smoked ribs he’s ever eaten.  Five stars from he and Marty, the two judges, for the meal so I’d say we scored.Y’all just plain ol’ missed out, I’m tellin’ ya.  Boy it was good.  Even with my somewhat diminished sense of smell and taste it was still finger lickin’ good.After that mouth watering lunch we drove over to the Mississippi gulf coast to show them the Katrina devastation.  As often as we go over there it is always still really chilling to see.  The mind continues to be incapable of comprehending the loss.   We spent the rest of the evening visiting, catching up on old classmates, watching football and watching a movie on our new big HDTV.  Tom finally has his movie theater at home, I think, after literally growing up living in the back of a movie theater (and drive in, too.  See "Living At The Movies").  All we need now are the red velvet curtains on the windows and walls, the luxury recliner seats and the pop corn machine.  Of course we did eat gourmet pop corn.  That was our dessert a few hours after our meal.  First class with us all the way, I’m tellin’ ya.Yesterday we spent most of the day in New Orleans.  First we ate seafood at River Shack on the Mississippi River road and the rest of the afternoon we walked around the French Quarter going into little shops of all kinds, but mainly art galleries.  Bill is a professional artist so we learned a lot from him about paintings and different kinds of art.  It was perfect sight seeing weather – about 70 degrees, warm in the sun, cool in the shade.  We drank daiquiris and laughed a lot.  It was a perfect day. We came home to rest a bit and then headed out again to Mandeville to the famed (around here, anyway) Ruby’s Roadhouse to listen to fantastic Louisiana Blues by Tab Benoit (Ben-wah) and his band.  He is an extraordinarily gifted young man on the guitar from Houma, Louisiana down in the bayous below New Orleans.  He burned and blazed through his show on his guitar that looks as if it is a pair of well worn shoes.  He’s worn the finish off of it yet plays it still.  It’s his constant companion.In between having fun looking at art and enjoying art in the form of fantastic blues music talk came easy.  We enjoyed each other’s company and the presence of each other after so many years of knowing each other.  I met both Bill & Marty when I was 10 years old when we moved back to Texas and I entered 4th grade there in the middle of the fall semester.  Llife was simple back then, black and white, honed in the steely determination of the cotton farmers who farmed the verdant land of the lower panhandle of Texas.  It was a good life.Marty lived in town, but Bill and I were out on farms and rode the same trusty old school bus together from 10 years on.  We were bus companions and class companions as well.  We wore our friendship as comfortably as an aged handkerchief folded lovingly in our pocket.  Friendship was born and grew out of the shared life experiences in childhood.  We were molded and modeled by our parents, our town, our very existence on the South Plains of the panhandle of Texas.Life was good.  We didn’t know it at the time, but it was as good as it can get.  Friendships were forged in fields of crops grown by our parents and harvested to give us sustenance for daily living.   Life on and from the land.  Those are days gone by for most people in this country and it is a shame.  We must go back to the land to fully recognize our place in this universe.  God is greater than man.  The land’s bounty is won by months of daily toil and God’s providence in the rain and sun.  When harvest comes it is truly a time of thanksgiving.Thus I think of those days these Thanksgiving holiday as I’ve spent them with long ago friends who share a common experience and view of life.  Our lives since have been molded by the children we were then.  And we are thankful, still. [...]

]]> By: Finding Direction: The Wind Vane Chronicles » Blog Archive » I’b Got A Code & Cougff http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-58 Finding Direction: The Wind Vane Chronicles » Blog Archive » I’b Got A Code & Cougff Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:42:39 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-58 [...] I'm sick.  But we've had a great holiday weekend anyway.  I think I'll live.  Our friends from Texas said when they got here and found out I had a cold, "You should have called us and told us not to come.  You should have let us know because we told you if you got sick to let us know!"To which I replied, "What you said was 'if either of you has to go to an ER or into ICU let us know and we won't come'," giving me a hard time about my recent hospitalization while on vacation.  Well, neither one of us had to do that, so I didn't call.  Besides - I wanted them to come!!I've been managing with lots of kleenexes.  (Brand name there and I'm sure I should capitalize the word and show the trademark symbol, but won't.)  And we had a great time.  Although they spoiled the party by leaving too soon this morning.  Going to stop on the way home to visit another old friend.Well . . . our traditional Thanksgiving dinner of Tom's award winning baby back ribs rubbed liberally with his dry rub and slathered and servied with the secret award winning BBQ sauce, baked beans, corn on the cob and homemade coleslaw was a huge success.  Marty graciously made the coleslaw dressing from memory and it  was a big success. as well.  Bill thought the ribs were by far the meatiest, tenderest smoked ribs he's ever eaten.  Five stars from he and Marty, the two judges, for the meal so I'd say we scored.Y'all just plain ol' missed out, I'm tellin' ya.  Boy it was good.  Even with my somewhat diminished sense of smell and taste it was still finger lickin' good.After that mouth watering lunch we drove over to the Mississippi gulf coast to show them the Katrina devastation.  As often as we go over there it is always still really chilling to see.  The mind continues to be incapable of comprehending the loss.   We spent the rest of the evening visiting, catching up on old classmates, watching football and watching a movie on our new big HDTV.  Tom finally has his movie theater at home, I think, after literally growing up living in the back of a movie theater (and drive in, too.  See "Living At The Movies").  All we need now are the red velvet curtains on the windows and walls, the luxury recliner seats and the pop corn machine.  Of course we did eat gourmet pop corn.  That was our dessert a few hours after our meal.  First class with us all the way, I'm tellin' ya.Yesterday we spent most of the day in New Orleans.  First we ate seafood at River Shack on the Mississippi River road and the rest of the afternoon we walked around the French Quarter going into little shops of all kinds, but mainly art galleries.  Bill is a professional artist so we learned a lot from him about paintings and different kinds of art.  It was perfect sight seeing weather - about 70 degrees, warm in the sun, cool in the shade.  We drank daiquiris and laughed a lot.  It was a perfect day. We came home to rest a bit and then headed out again to Mandeville to the famed (around here, anyway) Ruby's Roadhouse to listen to fantastic Louisiana Blues by Tab Benoit (Ben-wah) and his band.  He is an extraordinarily gifted young man on the guitar from Houma, Louisiana down in the bayous below New Orleans.  He burned and blazed through his show on his guitar that looks as if it is a pair of well worn shoes.  He's worn the finish off of it yet plays it still.  It's his constant companion.In between having fun looking at art and enjoying art in the form of fantastic blues music talk came easy.  We enjoyed each other's company and the presence of each other after so many years of knowing each other.  I met both Bill & Marty when I was 10 years old when we moved back to Texas and I entered 4th grade there in the middle of the fall semester.  Llife was simple back then, black and white, honed in the steely determination of the cotton farmers who farmed the verdant land of the lower panhandle of Texas.  It was a good life.Marty lived in town, but Bill and I were out on farms and rode the same trusty old school bus together from 10 years on.  We were bus companions and class companions as well.  We wore our friendship as comfortably as an aged handkerchief folded lovingly in our pocket.  Friendship was born and grew out of the shared life experiences in childhood.  We were molded and modeled by our parents, our town, our very existence on the South Plains of the panhandle of Texas.Life was good.  We didn't know it at the time, but it was as good as it can get.  Friendships were forged in fields of crops grown by our parents and harvested to give us sustenance for daily living.   Life on and from the land.  Those are days gone by for most people in this country and it is a shame.  We must go back to the land to fully recognize our place in this universe.  God is greater than man.  The land's bounty is won by months of daily toil and God's providence in the rain and sun.  When harvest comes it is truly a time of thanksgiving.Thus I think of those days these Thanksgiving holiday as I've spent them with long ago friends who share a common experience and view of life.  Our lives since have been molded by the children we were then.  And we are thankful, still. [...] [...] I’m sick.  But we’ve had a great holiday weekend anyway.  I think I’ll live.  Our friends from Texas said when they got here and found out I had a cold, "You should have called us and told us not to come.  You should have let us know because we told you if you got sick to let us know!"To which I replied, "What you said was ‘if either of you has to go to an ER or into ICU let us know and we won’t come’," giving me a hard time about my recent hospitalization while on vacation.  Well, neither one of us had to do that, so I didn’t call.  Besides – I wanted them to come!!I’ve been managing with lots of kleenexes.  (Brand name there and I’m sure I should capitalize the word and show the trademark symbol, but won’t.)  And we had a great time.  Although they spoiled the party by leaving too soon this morning.  Going to stop on the way home to visit another old friend.Well . . . our traditional Thanksgiving dinner of Tom’s award winning baby back ribs rubbed liberally with his dry rub and slathered and servied with the secret award winning BBQ sauce, baked beans, corn on the cob and homemade coleslaw was a huge success.  Marty graciously made the coleslaw dressing from memory and it  was a big success. as well.  Bill thought the ribs were by far the meatiest, tenderest smoked ribs he’s ever eaten.  Five stars from he and Marty, the two judges, for the meal so I’d say we scored.Y’all just plain ol’ missed out, I’m tellin’ ya.  Boy it was good.  Even with my somewhat diminished sense of smell and taste it was still finger lickin’ good.After that mouth watering lunch we drove over to the Mississippi gulf coast to show them the Katrina devastation.  As often as we go over there it is always still really chilling to see.  The mind continues to be incapable of comprehending the loss.   We spent the rest of the evening visiting, catching up on old classmates, watching football and watching a movie on our new big HDTV.  Tom finally has his movie theater at home, I think, after literally growing up living in the back of a movie theater (and drive in, too.  See "Living At The Movies").  All we need now are the red velvet curtains on the windows and walls, the luxury recliner seats and the pop corn machine.  Of course we did eat gourmet pop corn.  That was our dessert a few hours after our meal.  First class with us all the way, I’m tellin’ ya.Yesterday we spent most of the day in New Orleans.  First we ate seafood at River Shack on the Mississippi River road and the rest of the afternoon we walked around the French Quarter going into little shops of all kinds, but mainly art galleries.  Bill is a professional artist so we learned a lot from him about paintings and different kinds of art.  It was perfect sight seeing weather – about 70 degrees, warm in the sun, cool in the shade.  We drank daiquiris and laughed a lot.  It was a perfect day. We came home to rest a bit and then headed out again to Mandeville to the famed (around here, anyway) Ruby’s Roadhouse to listen to fantastic Louisiana Blues by Tab Benoit (Ben-wah) and his band.  He is an extraordinarily gifted young man on the guitar from Houma, Louisiana down in the bayous below New Orleans.  He burned and blazed through his show on his guitar that looks as if it is a pair of well worn shoes.  He’s worn the finish off of it yet plays it still.  It’s his constant companion.In between having fun looking at art and enjoying art in the form of fantastic blues music talk came easy.  We enjoyed each other’s company and the presence of each other after so many years of knowing each other.  I met both Bill & Marty when I was 10 years old when we moved back to Texas and I entered 4th grade there in the middle of the fall semester.  Llife was simple back then, black and white, honed in the steely determination of the cotton farmers who farmed the verdant land of the lower panhandle of Texas.  It was a good life.Marty lived in town, but Bill and I were out on farms and rode the same trusty old school bus together from 10 years on.  We were bus companions and class companions as well.  We wore our friendship as comfortably as an aged handkerchief folded lovingly in our pocket.  Friendship was born and grew out of the shared life experiences in childhood.  We were molded and modeled by our parents, our town, our very existence on the South Plains of the panhandle of Texas.Life was good.  We didn’t know it at the time, but it was as good as it can get.  Friendships were forged in fields of crops grown by our parents and harvested to give us sustenance for daily living.   Life on and from the land.  Those are days gone by for most people in this country and it is a shame.  We must go back to the land to fully recognize our place in this universe.  God is greater than man.  The land’s bounty is won by months of daily toil and God’s providence in the rain and sun.  When harvest comes it is truly a time of thanksgiving.Thus I think of those days these Thanksgiving holiday as I’ve spent them with long ago friends who share a common experience and view of life.  Our lives since have been molded by the children we were then.  And we are thankful, still. [...]

]]> By: Anonymous http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-55 Anonymous Sat, 06 May 2006 22:51:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-55 Hey, great blog! Keep it up. I have a home rca theater site. It pretty much covers <a HREF="http://www.your-hometheatre.com" rel="nofollow">home rca theater</A> related stuff. Come and have a look if you get time :-) Hey, great blog! Keep it up.
I have a home rca theater site.
It pretty much covers home rca theater related stuff.
Come and have a look if you get time :-)

]]> By: Anthony Parker http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-54 Anthony Parker Wed, 20 Apr 2005 06:27:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-54 Dee, It's delightful to come across you blog via your comment on Steve Duer's site (dusdonts.blogspot.com). Most of the blogs I read a pretty theological, and it's refreshing to come across something more fun. Speaking of small worlds, ask Tod & Candace about our connections. Blessings! Dee, It’s delightful to come across you blog via your comment on Steve Duer’s site (dusdonts.blogspot.com). Most of the blogs I read a pretty theological, and it’s refreshing to come across something more fun. Speaking of small worlds, ask Tod & Candace about our connections.
Blessings!

]]> By: BBB http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-53 BBB Tue, 19 Apr 2005 18:09:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-53 Dee, maybe when you and Tom retire you should move back to your old home town, Abernathy, Texas, purchase the long closed Nu-View Theater, renovate it and take up residence. Actually, the last time we were there I noticed somebody has an auto repair shop in it. What a shame, I remember when it opened, replacing a much smaller, old theater across the street. That was probably before I started school and before you and your family moved back to Abernathy - several years ago, for sure. The Nu-View actually only operated a few years before TV and other forms of small town entertainment made it unprofitable to keep open. At 15 cents per ticket, it was no gold mine. Tom would be glad to know it has a spacious balcony where in our formerly segregated community, a small minoritity of patrons were obliged to sit. Remember the "free show" which always included a seriel, such as "The Iron Men" and a feature movie paid for by town merchants trying to entice families to do their Saturday afternoon shopping locally while the kids were occupied at the Nu-View? Town kids never missed the "free show" but us farm kids usually had too many chores for such a treat. Dee, maybe when you and Tom retire you should move back to your old home town, Abernathy, Texas, purchase the long closed Nu-View Theater, renovate it and take up residence. Actually, the last time we were there I noticed somebody has an auto repair shop in it. What a shame, I remember when it opened, replacing a much smaller, old theater across the street. That was probably before I started school and before you and your family moved back to Abernathy – several years ago, for sure. The Nu-View actually only operated a few years before TV and other forms of small town entertainment made it unprofitable to keep open. At 15 cents per ticket, it was no gold mine. Tom would be glad to know it has a spacious balcony where in our formerly segregated community, a small minoritity of patrons were obliged to sit.

Remember the “free show” which always included a seriel, such as “The Iron Men” and a feature movie paid for by town merchants trying to entice families to do their Saturday afternoon shopping locally while the kids were occupied at the Nu-View? Town kids never missed the “free show” but us farm kids usually had too many chores for such a treat.

]]> By: Dee O'Neil Andrews http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-52 Dee O'Neil Andrews Tue, 19 Apr 2005 17:49:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-52 JD - The name of that movie was "The Majestic" and, yes, Tom did like it a lot. There's one that even better describes his "growing up" years that I plan to write about next time. So, stay tuned. Dee JD -

The name of that movie was “The Majestic” and, yes, Tom did like it a lot. There’s one that even better describes his “growing up” years that I plan to write about next time. So, stay tuned.

Dee

]]> By: JD http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-51 JD Tue, 19 Apr 2005 17:04:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-51 Fascinating!!! I think that would make a good movie. That's not a joke, by the way! I bet he liked that movie with Jim Carrey about the old theater that they renovated. I can't think of the name of it, but the name of the movie was the name of the theater, I think. Martin Landau was in it... great movie. Very heart touching. I have become a movie snob. I will hardly sit still that long. You know why? Because I might have an e-mail waiting for me! Isn't that sad! I sit at the far end of our dining/living room where my computer is, and see whatever's on TV from afar. I catch a lot of it but I don't even care. I do like to go to the movies, but we do not go often. We can't decide on one together that we both want to see. The last movie I saw was THE RING 2. It was more funny than scary! I can't wait for the new Star Wars movie to come out. My 7 year old granddaughter watched AIR BUD last night on Disney channel. During the sad part at the end when the boy rejects the dog, she was like falling apart...weeping. We may have an actress on our hands. Fascinating!!! I think that would make a good movie. That’s not a joke, by the way! I bet he liked that movie with Jim Carrey about the old theater that they renovated. I can’t think of the name of it, but the name of the movie was the name of the theater, I think. Martin Landau was in it… great movie. Very heart touching.

I have become a movie snob. I will hardly sit still that long. You know why? Because I might have an e-mail waiting for me! Isn’t that sad! I sit at the far end of our dining/living room where my computer is, and see whatever’s on TV from afar. I catch a lot of it but I don’t even care.

I do like to go to the movies, but we do not go often. We can’t decide on one together that we both want to see. The last movie I saw was THE RING 2. It was more funny than scary! I can’t wait for the new Star Wars movie to come out.

My 7 year old granddaughter watched AIR BUD last night on Disney channel. During the sad part at the end when the boy rejects the dog, she was like falling apart…weeping. We may have an actress on our hands.

]]> By: Alnot http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-50 Alnot Tue, 19 Apr 2005 09:03:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-50 My wife Sally would really go for the popcorn machine and has your attitude on movies. She often forgets and orders a movie she has already seen. She loves some movies like the Harry Potter ones and plays them over again for comfort I do believe. Me I see a movie once and only if I really like it can I sit through a second showing. I am a techno geek (enginnering degree in electronics) and have built and installed several home theaters with surround sound in custom built houses in my checkered past. Tell Tom I found his story interesting since I also have some experience in repairs at the local movie theatres. My wife Sally would really go for the popcorn machine and has your attitude on movies. She often forgets and orders a movie she has already seen. She loves some movies like the Harry Potter ones and plays them over again for comfort I do believe. Me I see a movie once and only if I really like it can I sit through a second showing. I am a techno geek (enginnering degree in electronics) and have built and installed several home theaters with surround sound in custom built houses in my checkered past. Tell Tom I found his story interesting since I also have some experience in repairs at the local movie theatres.

]]> By: Diana http://deeandrews.net/2005/04/18/living-at-the-movies/comment-page-1/#comment-49 Diana Tue, 19 Apr 2005 01:07:00 +0000 http://deeandrews.net/?p=30#comment-49 Hey, I remember the drive ins, and the old theaters with velvet curtains, stars painted on the ceiling, and a piano player up front. I'm with Tom. Home theaters are popular now, and the kind he wants would be alot more fun than the "Circuit City" kind! God Bless, Diana Hey,
I remember the drive ins, and the old theaters with velvet curtains, stars painted on the ceiling, and a piano player up front.
I’m with Tom. Home theaters are popular now, and the kind he wants would be alot more fun than the “Circuit City” kind!
God Bless,
Diana

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