Feb 23, 2022
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Fifth Row, Fifth Seat
Matinée memories
My Geriatric Journal #25
Like just about every eight-year-old in 1948, I was obsessed with Superman. My friends and I memorized every comic book we could get our hands on, and we saw the real Superman every Saturday afternoon at the Nile Theater.
There were two movie houses in the center of Bethlehem, the town in Pennsylvania where I was born and…
