The Fox was just north of the Beach. One summer I took my sister's friend to see the Canada Day fireworks. It had just rained — the light from the fireworks bounced off the low clouds and the water of Lake Ontario.
“he”/“him” A Canadian Prairie Mennonite from the '70s & '80s, a Preacher’s Kid, slowly recovering from a hemorrhagic stroke. I am not — yet — in a 12-Step Program.
Friday, June 09, 2023
Fireworks! summer, 1991(?)
I lived in the basement of a house by a ball-diamond. The Fox Theatre was within walking distance. On hot summer nights I would munch on chocolate covered espresso beans on the walk over and get buzzed. The Fox smelled like pee but at least it was cool. In fact, it was frigid. I sat and shivered and watched the movie. A typical Fox double-bill was Hear My Song and Naked Lunch.
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