Sunday, December 13, 2009
A Doncaster Sunday morning. The sky is clear, bright blue and the air is damp and chill. Way above the world, the white con-trail of some speeding aircraft cuts through the frigid air. Beechfield School on Chequer Road and the Technical College are now just piles of red bricks and concrete. The Gaumont Cinema, likewise is now just a smoldering heap of crushed debris. Schooldays and childhood movie memories. Wuthering Heights, On Her Majesty's Secret Service and The Italian Job. And why I pursued my dreams of escape into this crazy old world of cinema and theater. All things must pass but nothing's forgotten.