My first time at Rocky I was eleven. Some much-cooler-than-me high school kids brought me along as their token V. The old Vogue Theatre in Louisville was a beautifully decrepit thing, mired halfway between Golden Age splendor and a tacky sixties remodel. But RHPS was an experience; I came from a very sheltered background; I had never even imagined anything like it before. Now, of course, it seems rather tame, but at the time, it was like Sodom and Gomorrah on screen. I was wide-eyed with shock. But I was also swept up in the whole communal film experience, and loved it enough to go back 2 or 3 times a year until the Vogue was demolished in my adulthood. I miss Rocky. Why must Hollyweird keep pissing on my childhood memories?

This is WONDERFUL news! Congratulations! I haven't had a subscrip to SOD in a decade; but this may very well call for a renewal.