Fun With Movies

Nice picture, Barbara. I counted sixteen or seventeen goats - those at the far left sort of blurred together. Do you come across a caravan like that often, and are there a couple different herds on the island? It stands to reason that there are. Goats and burros. It's a petting zoo! Another kind of zoo is the old movie theater. I don't think our young hero is going to get around to grabbing the playbills and selling them on e-bay. He isn't nearly so motivated as that. Not yet, anyway. That may change, though. Anything is possible.

Of all the things they have us do around here, the one I hate most is changing the marquee. It hangs off the front of the building above this crazy little overhang over the street door. You wouldn't believe the ladder they have us use. It's this rickety aluminum thing that we drag out through the front and prop against the overhang. Then we climb up, jiggling like crazy, holding onto a stack of plexiglas letters. Jack and I usually did this job together, so it always went pretty fast that way. Having worked this place for a year or more, he knew all the nooks and crannies. He even had me and the other empoyees help out with this movie of his one Saturday morning before the place opened. He had this plan to go to movie school out in California, and needed a short movie to submit to the people who make the decisions out there. A friend of his he had walk around all stiff-legged, chasing a girl through the theater. The friend had this big kitchen knife, and, well, you can guess the rest of it. I held onto one of the lights, standing on chairs and ledges for better vantage. Just when we'd finished, the manager came in, took an attitude, and asked us what we were doing. Of course, he could see that, since Jack had this 16mm camera in his hands. He told us we were never to do anything like that again, that he was going to keep an eye on us. Jack left a few days later. I'll bet he made it out to Calfornia, and I'll bet he was laughing all the way there.

Bob;-)