To EdSolero: That remark about the “Sexual Keystone Comedy” was strictly tougne-in-cheek!
I do have my own Sutton story: I saw “The 3 Stooges Follies” on opening day at the Sutton. My visit was not a pleasant one in part because of management, the other, a drunk audience member. Throughout the whole show a drunken patron kept laughing and hollering “HA HA HA—THAT MOE HOWARD!!!”, and even ruined the punch line at least once. The second was the “Krazy Kat” cartoon advertised was not on the bill, when I asked why, some apathetic usher said “you can watch those on TV”. I didn’t have the patience to tell him that this was not a 1960’s King Features TV cartoon, but a 1930’s Charles Mintz cartoon. I don’t think I ever went back to the Sutton again.
Ah, the Cine Orleans. That’s where I, as a lad of 15 saw my first adult movie. At the time I was going to some of the Times Square houses to look over the archtiecture, and revel in its past glories (no I really did). But what an experience. Due to an incident I would rather not discuss, my first trip to the Orleans was also my last.
At the moment I am currently rehearsing for a community theatre’s production of “Annie”, to be held in a school auditorium right there in Bellerose. I often get off the N 24 bus directly across the street from the still unopened karate store, and just take a look at the facade. You guessed it! I wish I could buy the building so that I can renovate it back into a theatre, and then donate to the community theatre group!
To Bob T: Thanks for reminding me that the “Pirates…” played there in ‘83. I remember the marquee read MAJOR STUDIO WORLD PREMIERE, and I had wanted to go very much. Now I remember why I didn’t: it WAS raining VERY HARD that night!
After several years of litigarion, the Village won the
right to forclose on the (theatre) property and the
courts finally sold the building through a bankruptcy
auction. Although (the) new owners have not completed
plans, they have met with Mayor Strada and agreed to use
their best efforts to fulfill the wishes of the Village
and re-energize the theatre in at least some portion of
the building. The Village will keep this as a goal and
continue to work with these new owners.
Let’s hope so. In the past few years, a pair of stadium sized condos have been going up near Post Avenue, dwarfing everything in site!
Went by there yesterday. The new owners have soaped the windows so it is no longer as easy to see through. However, I noticed that the concession stand, where the popcorn was still popped right before your eyes (see previous post) has been removed, while around the corner, the trees by the building have been chopped down. The whole place looks very gloomy.
I went to the Midway in the fall of 1974, because that was the closest theatre to me that was showing the “Universal Fun Festival”, an umbrella title for the revivals of their comedy library, in this case W.C. Fields in “Never Give A Sucker An Even Break”. And as I entered the great portals, I was impressed by the beautiful lobby and stairway leading to the balcony. I tried to settle back to enjoy the picture, but unfourtunately, the print had cuts and splices every fifth frame. But I did enjoy the magnificent theatre, and vowed I would return there again! The years went by, and one day I was leafing through the paper, and found a listing for the Midway 4…I never went back.
Like everyone else, I was quite saddened to hear about the accident at the Murray Hill during the showing of “Physco 3”. I then read that the theatre dated back to 1895, and I thought “why didn’t I know about this sooner?” In any event, I looked forward to the re-opening of the Murray Hill, so I could just bask in the wonders and splendors of such an old, beautiful, atmospheric theatre. And so, re-opening day, and the movie was “8 Men Out”. I stood in that line just buzzing with anticipation. I saw the shuttered coffee house and thought “you will be re-opening soon!”. At last came the exciting moment! I walked in…and saw no decor, no curatins, no atmosphere, no nothing. Everything was painted and plastered solid black! To add insult to injury, the climatic scene in “8 Men Out” (which was about the 1919 “Black Sox” scandal) was ruined for me when the old man next to be blurted out the line ahead of time. I walked away from the theatre, saying those same lines, “say it ain’t so Joe”.
I don’t know if it was a first-run house, but I do know that they did show mainstream films up until the mid 1970’s. During the 60’s, their Saturday matinees also featured a live rock band. I do remember attending (after they had dropped the stage show) a Sunday matinee showing of Laurel & Hardy in “Way Out West”. Indeed, I even remember the date—March 1, 1970. A few years later, I went to a regular show. Charlie Chaplin’s “City Lights” was playing with “A Man For All Seasons”. I was quite picky about getting there on time. After all, I thought, such great movies would sell out quickly. But when me and my kid brother got there—-we were the only ones
there!!! My final pilgrimage to the Salisbury came soon after, when
it was the last theatre around still showing kiddie matinees.
Granted, I was a little too old for them now, but I wanted to
witness what I knew was a passing parade, and besides I could treat
my kid brother and sister to a show. But after a few weeks of
sparse crowds, the same old James Hound and Beary Family cartoons,
and mind-numbingly boring K. Gordon Murray and Childhood Productions cheapies, we all gave up the ghost—-the audience and the theatre. A few years later, the Salisbury went mainstream briefly once more. The movie chosen for the honor? “Porky’s”. I remember the newspaper ad for that movie with SALISBURY THEATRE standing out from the rest of the theatres listed. There was no no chain name in fine print above it.
Sadly, the last link is for a “Campaign for a Theatre in Westbury” refers to Westbury, Wiltshire, in ENGLAND (in the southern region, west of London). It would have been nice if the people of Westbury, New York were as enthused about their theatre as the people of Westbury, England are.
I always looked forward to vacation time to visit my Grandma in West Virginia. Part of the reason being that in the pre-Interstate days, we would go down the highways and byways of the Mid Atlantic states, reaching our destination in about 8 or 10 hours. One of the places I looked forward to seeing every year was the Washington Theatre in New Jersey, with its beautiful art deco marquee. Every year I’d asked my dad to stop, so I could look at it, maybe take a picture of it. Dad was always saying “no time..next year maybe”. This went on for years, until finally, on what I had announced was going to be my last family vacation with them (I was about 18 or 19 by then), I insisted we stop at the Washington Theatre, so I could take some pictures. We stopped, but instead of the beautiful neon art-deco marquee, there stood a square brown box with with large, mean looking, block letters spelling out WASHINGTON TWIN TEATRE. No pictures were taken. We drove on, and I never looked back.
I remember going to the Metro to see the Laurel & Hardy festival. I entered the theatre and was so impressed by the large auditorium and beautiful decor, I had to catch my breath. The place was packed with an appreciative audience, adding to the enjoyment further. Then about a year and a half later, I had a nightmare that the Metro was about to twin! That morning, I took the LIRR to Manhattan, and went to the Metro to see the theatre more than the show (from the start, I have hated the twinning of movie theatres originally built as single-screens, a hate that began with the Washington Theatre in New Jersey). Luckilly, a Humphrey Bogart double-feature was showing, so
I was able to enjoy the show at the now half-filled theatre. A few months later however, my nightmare came true…..
There is a picture on page 80 of the book “Lost New York”, of the Grand Opera House, what I affectionately call “The Painted Lady”. This is because the beautiful white marble building with her statues depicting acting and music (later removed by RKO) and relief portraits of Shakespear and Beethoven is flanked by a radio shop, a trouser shop, and a jeweler, while the theatre herself sports a garish art deco marquee. One can see workmen removing the corner sign, with PHOTOPLAYS clearly visible, but what obviuosly used to say VAUDEVILLE boarded up. The double-feature on the marquee offers patrons the brim and dregs of Hollywood studios: Top billed is the
MGM Robert Young starer “Married Before Breakfast”. At the bottom,
one time MGM star Conrad Nagel, now quitely soldiering on in “Bank
Alarm”, made for the newly-formed Grand National Pictures, an
ultimately short-lived “B”-studio with one of the sadddest histories
for just such a studio. During my many trips to Midnight Records, a
nearby record store, I often made pilgrimages to the site of the old
theatre. The bowling alley across the street was still there up to
the 1980’s, but the Ligget’s drug store had given way to a
Lamston’s, which would soon give way to Woolworth’s, which itself
would give entirely (at least in the US). The Cornish Arms Hotel,
where my father stayed on his first trip to New York (and yes he did
see a movie at what was now the RKO, and as he remembered, there was
also a donut shop nearby)had become the Broadmoor Apartments. An
anonymous-looking three story building now stands where the Opera
House/RKO Theare once stood, an indication that the ILGWU didn’t
touch the spot, and thus she may have gone down in vain. The movies on the marquee of the above-mentioned picture date the pic as 1937, the last full callendar year as the Grand Opera House. In my interest in old theatres, it may very well be that the Grand Opera House was the best theatre I never went to.
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Mayanon
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The Mayan Theatre, inside and out, was also used in the 1936 Chesterfield picture “It Couldn’t Have Happened….But It Did”
More memories! I remember waiting for some popcorn with some other family (I think “Fairy Tale” was showing that week—er I mean season). The little girls' eyes lit up in amazement as the old fashioned metal corn popper spilled out its lushious white kernals. “Oh my God!” one of them exclaimed. Another time, a family was gathering to see “Snow Day” (that too ran forever) when I walked out of the auditorium to ask Mrs. S a question. The dad’s face turned ashen white, and then he said cautiously, “guys, why don’t we it playing at Roosevelt Field instead?”, and they all left. Geez Pops, was it something I said? A lot of people thought I worked
there, and when the film would jump or break, and someone would ask
me “go tell them to fix it”, I’d angrily reply “YOU tell them!” As
to the above poster, yes I do remember when the Westbury showed “La
Traviata” (I once thought the Westbury had originally opened as an
opera house, because of the [fake] boxes on either side, I felt I
was returning to their roots). I also saw “Mr. Smith…”, and I
heard two old ladies exclaim to Mrs. S. as I walked out, “Oh Uncle
Billy was fabulous!”, “Casablanca” too, as part of their Bogart
festival (which I tried to get them to extend another week with my
copy of “Call It Murder”. They didn’t have 16mm equipment) I think
the other films in the series was that war movie and noir movie he made for Columbia (the names escape me for now), “Sabrina”, and “The Caine Mutiny”. But the one movie that lasted forever there was “Tender Mercies”. I remember Mrs. S. saying that she would show the movie until Robert DuVal made a personal appearance. She gave up after three or four years of showing it. As I said before, I have broken my back in lottery tickets over the past few weeks, hoping to win big to bid on the theatre. I didn’t attend the auction, not only because of a lack of funds, but I was also rehearsing a show I’m doing in December at Symphony Space (plug, plug). The Westbury Theatre has given me alot of terrific memories. From the Saturday matinees in the 60’s with a cold, stern, matronly woman keeping order with a scowl and a snear; the midnight shows of the 70’s, where I saw “Reefer Madness”, Beatle films, Betty Boop cartoons, and the like; from the couple taking over in the 80’s, and watching the staff dwindle to just those two. Up to my almost weekly pilgrimage in the 90’s, when I thought every week would be my last one there. They may take away the Westbury Theatre, but no one can ever take away the memories of that theatre. Memories of which I’ll cherish forever.
Some more memories: The owner once told me that AMC (not to be confused with the current abobmination) wanted to film a commercial there, but backed down, she said, because they wouldn’t meet her price. She also told me at the same time, that she had turned down a lot of offers from newspapers and magazines offering to write articles about the theatre (some of which I am sure could have alerted people about the theatre), because “they always want to make me out as some kind of character”.
To the above posters, the Westbury showed Paramount films in the last few years, because as the owner told me, that studio had no shipping costs. There was a program there called “C-Note Chorus”, in which for a contribution of $100 (a C-Note, get it?), you would help contribute to the renovation of the theatre, and have your name on the marquee for a week. I remember one week, my second grade teacher had her name up there! Yes, she tried to have me contribute, but being the poor boy I was (and still am), I kindly backed off. Unlike many patrons, the owners of the Westbury were very good to me, maybe because I was often the only customer there
(imagine seeing “Titanic” when it was still new, in a theatre all alone. My niece, then a Leo freak—-what teenaged girl wasn’t then?—
-was thrilled!) Or maybe it was because I never tried to “wake” them. One time, I tried to get them to install some 16mm equipment,
so I could lend them some of my public domain movies (every now and then, the theatre would have a repretory format, such as the Bogart
festival in the summer of 1997). One sight I would never forget, was
when I got up “to go to go”, when there in the lobby, in a world
all his own, was the owner’s husband, playing the accordian, and
singing Italian arias in a clear tenor voice! Clearly, I would have
loved to have saved the Westbury Theatre. That’s why I’m hoping to
win the lottery tomorrow, so I can get in there and bid this
Thursday. Oh well, dream on…
To EdSolero: That remark about the “Sexual Keystone Comedy” was strictly tougne-in-cheek!
I do have my own Sutton story: I saw “The 3 Stooges Follies” on opening day at the Sutton. My visit was not a pleasant one in part because of management, the other, a drunk audience member. Throughout the whole show a drunken patron kept laughing and hollering “HA HA HA—THAT MOE HOWARD!!!”, and even ruined the punch line at least once. The second was the “Krazy Kat” cartoon advertised was not on the bill, when I asked why, some apathetic usher said “you can watch those on TV”. I didn’t have the patience to tell him that this was not a 1960’s King Features TV cartoon, but a 1930’s Charles Mintz cartoon. I don’t think I ever went back to the Sutton again.
Re: the “Animal Crackers ad: Wow!!! I never knew that Marx Brothers movie was a "sexual Keystone comedy”!!!!
Ah, the Cine Orleans. That’s where I, as a lad of 15 saw my first adult movie. At the time I was going to some of the Times Square houses to look over the archtiecture, and revel in its past glories (no I really did). But what an experience. Due to an incident I would rather not discuss, my first trip to the Orleans was also my last.
At the moment I am currently rehearsing for a community theatre’s production of “Annie”, to be held in a school auditorium right there in Bellerose. I often get off the N 24 bus directly across the street from the still unopened karate store, and just take a look at the facade. You guessed it! I wish I could buy the building so that I can renovate it back into a theatre, and then donate to the community theatre group!
I go by there every day on the N 35 bus. Nothing has changed since my March 7th post.
To Bob T: Thanks for reminding me that the “Pirates…” played there in ‘83. I remember the marquee read MAJOR STUDIO WORLD PREMIERE, and I had wanted to go very much. Now I remember why I didn’t: it WAS raining VERY HARD that night!
From the Village of Westbury Newsletter:
After several years of litigarion, the Village won the
right to forclose on the (theatre) property and the
courts finally sold the building through a bankruptcy
auction. Although (the) new owners have not completed
plans, they have met with Mayor Strada and agreed to use
their best efforts to fulfill the wishes of the Village
and re-energize the theatre in at least some portion of
the building. The Village will keep this as a goal and
continue to work with these new owners.
Let’s hope so. In the past few years, a pair of stadium sized condos have been going up near Post Avenue, dwarfing everything in site!
Went by there yesterday. The new owners have soaped the windows so it is no longer as easy to see through. However, I noticed that the concession stand, where the popcorn was still popped right before your eyes (see previous post) has been removed, while around the corner, the trees by the building have been chopped down. The whole place looks very gloomy.
Went by there yesterday. There is now blue plastic covering on the roof. Other than that, nothing.
I went to the Midway in the fall of 1974, because that was the closest theatre to me that was showing the “Universal Fun Festival”, an umbrella title for the revivals of their comedy library, in this case W.C. Fields in “Never Give A Sucker An Even Break”. And as I entered the great portals, I was impressed by the beautiful lobby and stairway leading to the balcony. I tried to settle back to enjoy the picture, but unfourtunately, the print had cuts and splices every fifth frame. But I did enjoy the magnificent theatre, and vowed I would return there again! The years went by, and one day I was leafing through the paper, and found a listing for the Midway 4…I never went back.
Like everyone else, I was quite saddened to hear about the accident at the Murray Hill during the showing of “Physco 3”. I then read that the theatre dated back to 1895, and I thought “why didn’t I know about this sooner?” In any event, I looked forward to the re-opening of the Murray Hill, so I could just bask in the wonders and splendors of such an old, beautiful, atmospheric theatre. And so, re-opening day, and the movie was “8 Men Out”. I stood in that line just buzzing with anticipation. I saw the shuttered coffee house and thought “you will be re-opening soon!”. At last came the exciting moment! I walked in…and saw no decor, no curatins, no atmosphere, no nothing. Everything was painted and plastered solid black! To add insult to injury, the climatic scene in “8 Men Out” (which was about the 1919 “Black Sox” scandal) was ruined for me when the old man next to be blurted out the line ahead of time. I walked away from the theatre, saying those same lines, “say it ain’t so Joe”.
I don’t know if it was a first-run house, but I do know that they did show mainstream films up until the mid 1970’s. During the 60’s, their Saturday matinees also featured a live rock band. I do remember attending (after they had dropped the stage show) a Sunday matinee showing of Laurel & Hardy in “Way Out West”. Indeed, I even remember the date—March 1, 1970. A few years later, I went to a regular show. Charlie Chaplin’s “City Lights” was playing with “A Man For All Seasons”. I was quite picky about getting there on time. After all, I thought, such great movies would sell out quickly. But when me and my kid brother got there—-we were the only ones
there!!! My final pilgrimage to the Salisbury came soon after, when
it was the last theatre around still showing kiddie matinees.
Granted, I was a little too old for them now, but I wanted to
witness what I knew was a passing parade, and besides I could treat
my kid brother and sister to a show. But after a few weeks of
sparse crowds, the same old James Hound and Beary Family cartoons,
and mind-numbingly boring K. Gordon Murray and Childhood Productions cheapies, we all gave up the ghost—-the audience and the theatre. A few years later, the Salisbury went mainstream briefly once more. The movie chosen for the honor? “Porky’s”. I remember the newspaper ad for that movie with SALISBURY THEATRE standing out from the rest of the theatres listed. There was no no chain name in fine print above it.
Sadly, the last link is for a “Campaign for a Theatre in Westbury” refers to Westbury, Wiltshire, in ENGLAND (in the southern region, west of London). It would have been nice if the people of Westbury, New York were as enthused about their theatre as the people of Westbury, England are.
Does anybody out there know if “Marty” ever played at the RKO Chester?
I always looked forward to vacation time to visit my Grandma in West Virginia. Part of the reason being that in the pre-Interstate days, we would go down the highways and byways of the Mid Atlantic states, reaching our destination in about 8 or 10 hours. One of the places I looked forward to seeing every year was the Washington Theatre in New Jersey, with its beautiful art deco marquee. Every year I’d asked my dad to stop, so I could look at it, maybe take a picture of it. Dad was always saying “no time..next year maybe”. This went on for years, until finally, on what I had announced was going to be my last family vacation with them (I was about 18 or 19 by then), I insisted we stop at the Washington Theatre, so I could take some pictures. We stopped, but instead of the beautiful neon art-deco marquee, there stood a square brown box with with large, mean looking, block letters spelling out WASHINGTON TWIN TEATRE. No pictures were taken. We drove on, and I never looked back.
I remember going to the Metro to see the Laurel & Hardy festival. I entered the theatre and was so impressed by the large auditorium and beautiful decor, I had to catch my breath. The place was packed with an appreciative audience, adding to the enjoyment further. Then about a year and a half later, I had a nightmare that the Metro was about to twin! That morning, I took the LIRR to Manhattan, and went to the Metro to see the theatre more than the show (from the start, I have hated the twinning of movie theatres originally built as single-screens, a hate that began with the Washington Theatre in New Jersey). Luckilly, a Humphrey Bogart double-feature was showing, so
I was able to enjoy the show at the now half-filled theatre. A few months later however, my nightmare came true…..
There is a picture on page 80 of the book “Lost New York”, of the Grand Opera House, what I affectionately call “The Painted Lady”. This is because the beautiful white marble building with her statues depicting acting and music (later removed by RKO) and relief portraits of Shakespear and Beethoven is flanked by a radio shop, a trouser shop, and a jeweler, while the theatre herself sports a garish art deco marquee. One can see workmen removing the corner sign, with PHOTOPLAYS clearly visible, but what obviuosly used to say VAUDEVILLE boarded up. The double-feature on the marquee offers patrons the brim and dregs of Hollywood studios: Top billed is the
MGM Robert Young starer “Married Before Breakfast”. At the bottom,
one time MGM star Conrad Nagel, now quitely soldiering on in “Bank
Alarm”, made for the newly-formed Grand National Pictures, an
ultimately short-lived “B”-studio with one of the sadddest histories
for just such a studio. During my many trips to Midnight Records, a
nearby record store, I often made pilgrimages to the site of the old
theatre. The bowling alley across the street was still there up to
the 1980’s, but the Ligget’s drug store had given way to a
Lamston’s, which would soon give way to Woolworth’s, which itself
would give entirely (at least in the US). The Cornish Arms Hotel,
where my father stayed on his first trip to New York (and yes he did
see a movie at what was now the RKO, and as he remembered, there was
also a donut shop nearby)had become the Broadmoor Apartments. An
anonymous-looking three story building now stands where the Opera
House/RKO Theare once stood, an indication that the ILGWU didn’t
touch the spot, and thus she may have gone down in vain. The movies on the marquee of the above-mentioned picture date the pic as 1937, the last full callendar year as the Grand Opera House. In my interest in old theatres, it may very well be that the Grand Opera House was the best theatre I never went to.
The Mayan Theatre, inside and out, was also used in the 1936 Chesterfield picture “It Couldn’t Have Happened….But It Did”
More memories! I remember waiting for some popcorn with some other family (I think “Fairy Tale” was showing that week—er I mean season). The little girls' eyes lit up in amazement as the old fashioned metal corn popper spilled out its lushious white kernals. “Oh my God!” one of them exclaimed. Another time, a family was gathering to see “Snow Day” (that too ran forever) when I walked out of the auditorium to ask Mrs. S a question. The dad’s face turned ashen white, and then he said cautiously, “guys, why don’t we it playing at Roosevelt Field instead?”, and they all left. Geez Pops, was it something I said? A lot of people thought I worked
there, and when the film would jump or break, and someone would ask
me “go tell them to fix it”, I’d angrily reply “YOU tell them!” As
to the above poster, yes I do remember when the Westbury showed “La
Traviata” (I once thought the Westbury had originally opened as an
opera house, because of the [fake] boxes on either side, I felt I
was returning to their roots). I also saw “Mr. Smith…”, and I
heard two old ladies exclaim to Mrs. S. as I walked out, “Oh Uncle
Billy was fabulous!”, “Casablanca” too, as part of their Bogart
festival (which I tried to get them to extend another week with my
copy of “Call It Murder”. They didn’t have 16mm equipment) I think
the other films in the series was that war movie and noir movie he made for Columbia (the names escape me for now), “Sabrina”, and “The Caine Mutiny”. But the one movie that lasted forever there was “Tender Mercies”. I remember Mrs. S. saying that she would show the movie until Robert DuVal made a personal appearance. She gave up after three or four years of showing it. As I said before, I have broken my back in lottery tickets over the past few weeks, hoping to win big to bid on the theatre. I didn’t attend the auction, not only because of a lack of funds, but I was also rehearsing a show I’m doing in December at Symphony Space (plug, plug). The Westbury Theatre has given me alot of terrific memories. From the Saturday matinees in the 60’s with a cold, stern, matronly woman keeping order with a scowl and a snear; the midnight shows of the 70’s, where I saw “Reefer Madness”, Beatle films, Betty Boop cartoons, and the like; from the couple taking over in the 80’s, and watching the staff dwindle to just those two. Up to my almost weekly pilgrimage in the 90’s, when I thought every week would be my last one there. They may take away the Westbury Theatre, but no one can ever take away the memories of that theatre. Memories of which I’ll cherish forever.
Some more memories: The owner once told me that AMC (not to be confused with the current abobmination) wanted to film a commercial there, but backed down, she said, because they wouldn’t meet her price. She also told me at the same time, that she had turned down a lot of offers from newspapers and magazines offering to write articles about the theatre (some of which I am sure could have alerted people about the theatre), because “they always want to make me out as some kind of character”.
To the above posters, the Westbury showed Paramount films in the last few years, because as the owner told me, that studio had no shipping costs. There was a program there called “C-Note Chorus”, in which for a contribution of $100 (a C-Note, get it?), you would help contribute to the renovation of the theatre, and have your name on the marquee for a week. I remember one week, my second grade teacher had her name up there! Yes, she tried to have me contribute, but being the poor boy I was (and still am), I kindly backed off. Unlike many patrons, the owners of the Westbury were very good to me, maybe because I was often the only customer there
(imagine seeing “Titanic” when it was still new, in a theatre all alone. My niece, then a Leo freak—-what teenaged girl wasn’t then?—
-was thrilled!) Or maybe it was because I never tried to “wake” them. One time, I tried to get them to install some 16mm equipment,
so I could lend them some of my public domain movies (every now and then, the theatre would have a repretory format, such as the Bogart
festival in the summer of 1997). One sight I would never forget, was
when I got up “to go to go”, when there in the lobby, in a world
all his own, was the owner’s husband, playing the accordian, and
singing Italian arias in a clear tenor voice! Clearly, I would have
loved to have saved the Westbury Theatre. That’s why I’m hoping to
win the lottery tomorrow, so I can get in there and bid this
Thursday. Oh well, dream on…