When I was in fourth grade there was a man who would come to our school, Logan Elementary, sometimes on a Saturday. For a dime he would show us silent movies of Laurel and Hardy from his collection in the gymnasium. He brought in his own projector and set it up in the middle of the room. The school set up folding chairs and made free popcorn. He would talk about the actors and the movies themselves while they played. It was a blast.

Back in those days I was part of 'The Crossing Gaurd', a group of kids that wore bright vests and I would operate the switch to the yellow flashing light over Hamilton street. It was a special thing to be a part of that group.