We went to the Strand Theater last night to attend the premiere
off a movie about Kennesaw Mountain National Park. It was a film about Kennesaw Mountain's role
in the Civil War. The name of it was
something like KENNESAW, THE LAST MOUNTAIN..
Every ticket was sold.
There was organ music and harmonica music. There were also speeches. ... and more speeches.
See the picture above of a birds eye view of the Strand's lobby?
Looking at the lobby I thought of back when I was a kid the
concession stand was on the right as you walked in. Which reminded me of the time I had some
fireworks. Fireworks were against the
law. My daddy was chief of the Marietta
Police. I did not tell him of the
fireworks I possessed.
One day, when no one was home except me, I couldn't resist getting my
fireworks out of my hiding place and look them over. I shot a few fire crackers. And, I lit a Roman Candle. In broad daylight why would anyone light a
roman candle? I did and started shooting
out a blaze of white-hot flames. It
burnt my hand terribly. I was in agony.
But, Daddy being the chief of police prevented me from seeking help. I walked to the Strand Theater. Inside, I bought a large Coke. I submerged my right hand into the cup and
watched the movie. I think I sat through
that movie more than twice. I don't
remember what the movie was and I doubt if I could tell you then either, I was
in so much pain. I told the girl selling
concessions about my hand and how I needed to keep it in ice. She told me to keep my cup and she would give
me refills.
I don't know what chemicals Coca-Cola has in it, but I think
its properties along with the ice got me through my ordeal.
My parents never knew.
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