During that transitional summer between high school and college, I worked at Dallas's only independent movie theater. The theater was an old one, converted from one grand space into three smaller screens, with a painted mural on the ceiling and a smoky bar sharing the lobby space.
My coworkers were mostly local community-college students, whom I looked up to and who respected me for having decent taste in movies. We watched everything that came through the theater, including the campy or obscure choices for the midnight movies on weekends.
The theater's manager, however, was older, seemed to have Read more