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When I was very young in the late forties, the merchants in the small town we lived in would get together and pay for "free movies" on Saturday nights. They hired a guy who had a 16 mm projector to show "B" movies on a bed sheet attached to the side of a warehouse. Everyone would bring blankets and chairs to the vacant lot next to the warehouse and watch the movie.
My Da would give me a dime or quarter (if he was well off that week), and I'd go to the grocery store and buy a Coke and a candy bar for a nickle apiece. If I had anything left over I could buy a small toy for a dime or so.
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