Good morning, all! It's a rainy day in NYC and I'm happy that my intenerary takes me no further than the bank across Broadway today. So, it's back to the Iroquois Theatre disaster this morning.
DR George, I am so sorry! I know how absolutely horrible that can be. I'm sorry you and your sister didn't begin the ticket search two or three days ago. When I was a child, there was on one of the Cincinnati tv stations a noontime show run by a personality, Ruth Lyons. The audience would have a fantastic lunch before the show and then move to chairs to watch and participate in the show's broadcast. Tickets were free, but the show was in such demand that, when and if you could get the tickets, it was always for a year or more in advance. So, in short, my aunt Dorothy requested and got tickets for her four sisters and all their children. We all took off from school, and the plan was that everyone would ride the train from my hometown to Cincinnati and make a festive day of the shebang.
Except, when we got to the train station, my mother had forgotten all of our tickets, We had to watch everyone climb onto a train, listen to my mother get several lectures - which she really deserved since organization was never her strong point - and head off to Cincinnati without us. My story ends more happily than WICKED: my dad too gave her crap about her organizational skills, drove us home, picked up the tickets and drove us to Cincinnati: we arrived at the station about 5-10 minutes before the train pulled in. I ended up being one of the audience members she interviewed! I'd like to say that my mother after that was organized but I have too many memories of no breakfasts before school, no toilet tissue, no lightbulbs, etc. because she "forgot." This elephant never forgets and, as a result, I'm usually ready a day or two earlier.
TOD: GONE WITH THE WIND. Can't rememebr the next, but the big one in 1965 was GOLDFINGER.