Pardon the mid-week interjection but the biggest news since that Giant Gopher started tunneling under Rheem Center again is that our local landmark theatre may be posting an “Under New Management” sign soon.
Tongues that waggle locally say negotiations for sale of our vaunted local Neon Lady are underway – and to a recognized name in the cinema biz. In fact, we are told, some of those cherished derrieres all cinema owners crave may have forsaken their peeling local cinema for an updated, splashier venue in a nearby town – which started its financial difficulties in the first place.
Will it happen? The theatre’s on-again/off-again history can be documented with a swift Google search and you don’t have to go far to see that there’s a lot of passion surrounding it’s continued existence or imminent death.
Perhaps folks in the know will check in here and shed some light on the progress of negotiations and whether or not you’ll be able to get a Scotch Rocks brought to your seat during the next screening of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles XII.
Another thing we never thought we’d live to see are our parents and elders lighting up marihoochie spliffs and pipes they always used to warn us about – now that the benefits of CBD oils and a bowl now and then have gained acceptance in the medical profession.
Apparently Gran and Pop Pop are defying federal decree as to legality and burning one down (that’s pot talk for smoking a joint) at the local assisted living facility and who thought it would ever come to this? We sure didn’t, as police summoned by non-believers try to work out how they’re going to pry a beaker bong out of a 92-year-old’s hands. Or if they should.
We also note the interest in cannabis derivatives among the older set, who are making regular runs to dispensaries and enjoying a newfound notoriety as “the marijuana dealer” in their respective apartment block or senior community.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to come to our senses about all this pretty soon as the laws are still confusing and we don’t want to see anyone getting hurt – or falling down and breaking a hip while trying to outrun the coppers down the nursing home halls.
Funny how some things come full circle, isn’t it? Yes. It is. We’ll see what happens to that Big Gopher, The Rheem, and those silver-haired Pot Heads.