See, it wasn’t until the return trip leaving campus along McCallum after my last snapshot about buying the property that I realized most of the Towne Cinema had already been demolished. On the drive in I’d only see the remaining standing wall, and not the demolition behind it. That probably happens quite often, my brain filling in the gaps to keep the scene familiar — not necessarily to avoid reality, but because the familiar is the foundation of so many good memories and moments. I’d spent my first paycheck there, snuck in once or twice, got kicked out once or twice, and even had my first serious debate over the function and validity of theatre butter. I saw a lot on those screens, and did a lot of growing up in those dark rooms (heh). And once the cement and rubble is cleared to make way for more parking, I’ll have one less reminder for all of those moments.