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Pumpkin Head

Last night my sweetheart Debra helped her daughter fashion a retro bun/beehive hairdo for her Halloween costume. I thought it needed something but couldn't quite figure what was missing. Then this morning, just after I woke up it came to me. Luckily Lizzy liked the new do so much she had left it in. Another bit of good fortune is that both of these lovely ladies indulge my occasional bizarre impulses. Christine suppied the construction paper and scissors, Debra added the final touch with the dangling pumpkin. Now that it's done we're all brainstorming for Thanksgiving . . .

Open Daily Once

This is the Town Theatre. It has been a local treasure for years. Run by a grouchy elderly couple and their son, it seems obvious from the increasingly dilapidated structure that they aren't really in it for the money. Until very recently, this was your best bet if you wanted to see that quirky new independent or foreign film you'd been reading about. A couple of years ago the local corporate multiplex designated one of their smaller shoe boxes for that kind of film. Fortunately the Town has a dedicated following, and the only thing that stands in the way of showtime is mortality. This is indicated by the following notice:

"Due to our advanced age, and health issues, from time to time we can't open. If we aren't open by 7:30 PM chances are, one of us is ill that day. We apologize for the inconvenience."

They are open for one show, seven days a week. At 8:00 Monday through Saturday, and 5:00 on Sunday. The wife is dropped off right in front of the theater about 30 minutes before the show begins. She hobbles the short walk from the curb to the inside of the ticket booth, growling something at the current wide eyed teen behind the concession stand en route. She resists any temptation to chit chat or hint of a smile with the waiting line of patrons. No one under 12 is allowed, and last year they raised the entry price for the first time in my memory. It's six bucks now.

After purchasing a ticket you step through the doors and are greeted by her husband. He's waiting next to a short velvet rope to take the ticket you were just handed. (I have always suspected that they reuse the tickets that he collects.) His head is always encased in a cloud of blue cigarette smoke, and there is sometimes a small dog sitting at his feet.

Once inside the actual theater your mission is to find a seat that doesn't sink too far down, lean too far back, or surprise you with a strategically placed broken spring. The interior is basic painted cinder block, but they overcame that by hanging handmade medieval shields and two prominently displayed suits of armor. Sticking to a theme doesn't seem to be an issue, right below the armor are plaster sculptures of a classic roman couple.

The next surprise occurs shortly after the lights go down. No 30 minutes of commercials or coming attractions. You pay to see a film and that's what they give you. I actually like seeing trailers, but that rarely happens here. I'm pretty sure that is because they never know what the next film they'll be showing is more than a week ahead of time.

But the best part, the thing that makes the Town Theatre so special, is still to come. The first movie I remember seeing there was Chariots of Fire. Nothing has really changed that much since then. I remember absorbing and accepting all of the theater's idiosyncrasies and settling in for a great movie. I was really getting into the story when halfway through the film, without any warning, the screen went dark and the curtain closed. Then the house lights came up.

I was annoyed. But looking around I noticed that almost everyone was on their feet. They were filing up the aisles toward the lobby, and what confused me most was that everyone seemed to be smiling and chatting! Why weren't they as outraged at this interruption as I was? The answer to that question consists of just two words.

Free cake.

The tradition at the Town is to stop every film halfway through for a 15 minute intermission. The audience is encouraged (by that same grumpy old couple) to come up to the lobby and help themselves to tables loaded with an assortment of complimentary cake, cookies, juice and coffee. They say they do it because "It gives people a chance to stretch their legs, and discuss the movie. It also gives them a chance to speak with us, instead of a teenager who doesn't have a clue where the owners are."

A couple of years ago the husband/ticket taker was ill for several months. The Town was dark for the entire time. I'm afraid that was a taste of what will happen permanently on that sad day when one or the other of this grumpy sweet couple takes their last ticket. We'll lose a local landmark. We'll lose a community treasure. We'll lose free cake.

Robert's Snow '07

"Robert's Snow" is a children's story about a mouse not allowed in the snow. Children's book illustrator Grace Lin wrote the book, which was inspired by her husband Robert's battle with Ewing's sarcoma. After the book was published, Grace gathered artists from all over the children's book illustrating community to create special snowflakes to be auctioned off, with the proceeds benefiting sarcoma research at Dana-Farber. These snowflake auctions became known as the event "Robert's Snow."

That's from their web site and they say it better than I could. Like most people, I've lost family and friends to cancer. In the three years since the first snowflake auction both my Aunt Mary and cousin Patty. I'm happy to report that my sister-in-law Dianne seems to be doing very well after recently undergoing treatment for breast cancer. The images above are my contribution to this year's auction and are dedicated to her with the hope that she will stay well and be around to hold lots of grandchildren and even more great-grandchildren.

For more information visit http://www.jimmyfund.org/roberts-snow