No matter where we roam there’s no place like home. This week we will get to spend a few hours in the place I called home every Saturday from about 1957 – 1965. It was called the Ritz Theatre in West Point, Mississippi, and it still is.
My generation’s favorite hangout went through a few lean years vacant, save a few birds and probably a few rodents. Come to think of it, not all that different during the days we sat cutting up, paying little attention to the double feature, weekly serial and cartoon – all for less than a quarter.
The Ritz was the best baby sitter our parents had and unless it was raining they didn’t even have to drop us off. We would ride our bikes and park them out front WITHOUT CHAINS. (I don’t recall one ever being stolen.)
Thankfully the Ritz has been lovingly restored into a convention center and café (pictured above). On Tuesday, October 14, the new owners will host a book signing for my book “Love, Laughter and Losing my Keys: A survival Guide or Baby Boomers.” How fitting for my boomer friends or anyone who remembers spending an entire Saturday afternoon in the darkened theatre and driving the poor usher wild with our sophomoric antics. How many times he would walk down the aisle with his flashlight and threaten to throw us out? I don’t recall anyone actually being ejected.
The signing will be held from 10-12 a.m. and I hope to see some of you there if or no other reason than to reminisce about the good ole days. The Clarion Ledger today listed “Love, Laughter & Losing My Keys” among the top ten reads in the state of Mississippi.