Cutting School, Watching Gone With The Wind, and Smoking My First Cigarette
It must have been in the Fall of ’69 when we decided to cut school. I don’t know who carefully crafted the escape, knew the bus schedule, or the show times of the movie–it surely could not have been me because . . . I was a follower, not a leader. At least that’s the excuse I gave my mother when the school called to ask why I was absent that day.
In those days, teenagers could buy cigarettes–no questions asked. And in those days, moviegoers were allowed to smoke cigarettes in the theater.
Ah, popcorn and cigarettes–the stuff life is made of. (How many cigarettes could one smoke during a four-hour movie?)
We made it back to the school just in time for me to catch the school bus for home but not until I wretched uncontrollably alongside the road after we descended the bus steps.
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Note: the above theater, the Landis Theater, is the same theater we watched Gone With The Wind. It opened its doors in 1937 as a movie- and vaudeville house and fully restored in 2005 as a movie house and performing arts theater. I have not been inside that theater since that day.