![]() ![]() We rushed into the hallway, breathless with joy and excitement from the movie, and as I fished in my pocket for a quarter, one of my giggling, chattering preteen friends conspiratorially whispered, “Should we sneak into another movie?” ![]() We got a large popcorn, with instructions to call my mom from the pay phone (Do you even know what that is?) in the lobby as soon as the credits rolled. I was nine years old and had decided it was my favorite movie of all time. In 1989 my pals and I got dropped off at the Evanston I Movie Theater (there was no Evanston II, weird), with enough money to get matinee tickets to see The Little Mermaid. ![]()
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