louise on the left (coast)

Where I first fell in love with movies. The Latchis Movie Theater, on lower Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.  With it's echoey, magical astrological stars on the rain stained ceiling...and it's roman fantasy side balconies... To the now gone, Paramount Movie Theater, on upper Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.   Right next to the Woolworths store, which smelled like popcorn and bubble gum and had little green box turtles in the very back.  And it was right across the street from Dunkin' Donuts, on the corner next the the Brooks House, where I got my hair cut on the very tip, top of the building in the gondola room. The Paramount had 75 cent double features on Saturday afternoons.  Two movies and a pop corn for less than a dollar. I remember never being more scared than I was watching The Something of Dracula.  When Dracula drank blood his eyes got bigger and bigger till they exploded.  I was traumatized for life. But, the pop corn...Oh, the pop corn th

...Stay awake after flying into the Manchester, N.H. in after flying the "red eye" from Los Angeles by drinking many cups of ice coffee. ...Set your car radio station WRSI , "The River" found at 93.9 FM or 101.5 FM In fact, anywhere near Southern Vermont or Western Mass. border there is a magic FM station where you can hear precisely what music your subconscious absolute requires hearing at just the right moment. The folks who create these play lists are completely psychic and will read your mind to feed your ears precisely what will become the perfect soundtrack to whatever your personal journey is at that moment. How great is that? I mean, whatever the circumstances. From dropping in unexpectedly for a parent's birthday, to high school reunions to watching cows parade down Main Street. Whatever the reason. It will work. Tune in. Leave it on. Listen. You'll thank me later. When in Brattleboro for 48 hours, you can do any of the following. --

"In my little town...God keeps his eye on us all. And he used to lean upon me, when I pledged allegiance to the wall. Coming home after school. Flying my bike past the gates of the factory..." As we drove through town the other day I started taking photos to share with those few people out there who spent their childhoods here near Brattleboro, Vt. So much is still the same, yet it has evolved so much since we moved there in 1968. It sure wasn't the "Little San Francisco" it is, back then.  It's interesting to remember this.