I'm still here in the town I grew up in, and we drove past the only theater in a several town radius hereabouts on my way to ship a bunch of stuff Outside. It brought back a flood of memories.
It's got the name of a big theater chain on the front now, but the building is still the same late 70's commercial building metal siding, scored down to a powder-coat-like finish with years and years of wind-driven ice. You can still see the ghost of the old logo in under the new one. And that old sign stood out front of some of my fondest youthful memories.
It's where me and my best friends honed our popcorn throwing and straw-wrapper blowing techniques at the back of various courting couples' heads when dragged out to "St. Elmo's Fire" by one friend's mom. It's the dark corner of the balcony where I spent the last 20 minutes or so of "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan" weeping unashamedly into one of my little sister's stuffed animals. It's where I was first greeted as a Starfighter, and given my mission against Xur and the Kodan Armada.
I won't have time to see a film there this trip, but that's okay. I doubt it's still the same inside as it was 30 years ago (at least I frelling hope not!) so I'll keep my dingy red velveteen memories unsullied by the march of progress for a while longer.