Continuation of the series--see Intro, parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6:Surprise!
After being promoted by attrition to lead projectionist at the Huntington Park Warner Theater, following an all too short stint of a few months showing movies, I attempted to settle into a semblance of routine. This was helped by the arrival of the summer of '76 and the completion of my college spring semester (which gave me more time to work). And more work hours meant more money in my pocket, which simply fed my preoccupation of dating young women at the time (my wife would have referred to this as an HBL thing). The sad economic fact young males learn early is that good looking girls rarely had dirt poor boyfriends.
The rest of the chapter has been updated and relocated to my current blog, found here.
The rest of the chapter has been updated and relocated to my current blog, found here.
Next up: It is A Movie Theater (Part 8a)
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Um, well, I know what I would have said to Armand...
ReplyDeleteHe certainly started off angry. But, he calmed when he heard how we disarmed the device with a hairpin ;-). Thanks, Corey.
ReplyDeleteWow! That was certainly going above and beyond. Friend of mine recently retired from his job as projectionist at a local Indie cinema and has some memorable tales to tell, but he was never tested in quite the same way. I know someone who was at a football game when the tannoy announcer revealed they had received a call stating there was a bomb somewhere in the stadium. People were advised to leave as the gates had been opened... and over a thousand ticketless folks got in.
ReplyDeleteThanks for a great story
Thank you for your kind words, Steve. I don't doubt your friend has some memorable tales. If he ever begins putting them online, please let me know as I'd be more than interested to read them.
ReplyDeleteMore good stuff, of course I had a similar scare when young and working in SFO flight kithchen, the super came to me, said there was a bomb threat on a in air flight to get ready and I would help him search the planes galley, it would be on the ground in 90 minutes. That gave me enough time to make myself understand that I'm not a bomb expert. When I told the super that I would not be searching the plane, he made me go plane side anyway! There was one dog and a officer, that was the official response! I sat in the car wondering if it was parked far enough away. LOL. I'll say it again, the theater stories are the bestest............Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you much, HnL. I'm also amazed that many bomb threats (at least back then) included folks like us as part of the official response. As always, I really appreciate your thoughts and comments. Take care and I hope you guys have a wonderful holiday.
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