January 24, 2010
I'm thinking about the scent of fresh rainwater, light green forests in early spring and empty dark movie theaters rolling credits. After seeing Legion at Laurel Park tonight, I left unimpressed, so I let the sights and sounds of working there over 12 years ago return to me. The grand piano, where the box office used to be, played a procession of chords as the young concessionists, security guards and ushers conversed. I quietly filled my soda cup, looking at familiar things behind the counter, thinking about a design in the years that followed, but seeing only more convenient accessories.