September 19, 2008
I was six years old when I managed to convince my older brother and his delinquent friends to take me with them to the Princess Theatre for the 25¢ Saturday matinee. The movie was “The Blob,” destined to be a Steve McQueen classic. The only thing I recall besides feeling I was a really big boy hanging out with a bunch of 10-year-olds, was the scene where the Blob creature began to emerge from the wall in the back of the theater in a small town where the kids were at the … uh-oh … Saturday matinee! The Blob slithered up to the concession counter and said, “I’ll have a large popcorn, box of Sno-Caps® and that cute little 6-year-old over there.” It scared the wits out of me and I kept looking over my shoulder the rest of the movie. Fast forward 50 years.
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