I've mentioned the Woodlawn Theater on previous postings. It's where, in 1991 I met Pammy, my future wife. She was the artistic director for the San Antonio Fine Center. I think I even mentioned the fact that John Wayne's Alamo movie had it's worked premiere there. Well, fifty years ago this past Sunday that film had a star-studded premiere in lil' ol' San Antonio. Of course, back then it was a classic, single screen movie theater the likes of which are no longer made though a few still exist.When we worked there I always liked the place because it always felt like it had been around forever which I found comforting. It was there long before we showed up and would remain long after we made our last curtain call there. You don't get that feeling from just any theater. That place was special. It had a magical quality, a little of which went with Pammy and I and continues along with us all these years later. The house I grew up in no longer exists so maybe, in a way, I guess I've adopted that old theater to be that lost home. I can visit it when I wish and it will always be there.
Next year it will have been a decade since I walked into the place where I began the next chapter of my life. I'm willing to bet that if I go back there a year from now something good will happen.
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