In the beginning the movies where a place the average American could pay a nickel and be treated like a king for a day, or at least a few hours. Your hand would glide gently down a brass rail as you strolled up to an usher dressed in black tie. You would walk on lush carpet while crystal chandeliers hung over head. The popcorn was always fresh and the air smelt of hot butter and old satin. You sat quietly in anticipation as the house lights dimmed and the curtain began its travel. Only the clatter of the projector could be heard softly in the rear of the auditorium as it happened. A pop of the speakers, a splash of light, and we were sold.

~Doc the Gaffer