Good morning, all! I had another late sleep and enjoyed the luxury immensely.
Most of today and tomorrow are tied up with the continuation of the Act One Babes In Toyland critical notes, now that I'm content with the new look. I have 35 more of the same for the entire show to write for Volume 1 of the edition, 6 more for Act One and 29 for Acts 2, 3, and Appendix.
JRand, I'm glad Richard remembered the milk brand; I only remember the glass bottles, the milk being left at the back porch, and the deliveries of bread and milk every other day or so.
When I was a child, meaning between 10-15 o so, every Saturday spent at one of three movie theatres in my hometown. The Paramount Theatre used to show 2-3 hours of cartoons, Three Stooges shorts, etc. between 10 am and 1 pm, and my brother Macbeth and I would join my cousins for a morning of cartoons. Some Saturdays, when these kiddie programs weren't happening, we'd go to the 1 pm showing of something; there were very few Saturdays when we didn't see some double feature. After the movies, we'd run around the department stores checking out new toys and comic books before we either caught a bus home or my mother, dad, or an uncle would gather the crowd and bring us home.
By the time I was 14, I was usually spending the afternoon at the movies and the morning before it at the public library - piano lessons, as I recall, were Wednesday afternoon at 4 pm, and I would walk to them after school let out at 3 - and Saturday evening was usually the night the family went out to dinner, usually at Frisch's Big Boy and then my parents would spend the evening playing pinochle with family and friends, either at our home or theirs, and I would watch "Saturday Night At The Movies."
