When I started this blog on June 28, 2015, I was scared out of my wits. What would I write? Who would read it? How long could I keep it going?
Aunt Ethel and I were born on the same date, but 40 years apart. I’d sing “Happy Birthday To Us” on the phone to her every year on our big day, which made her laugh.
For us moviegoers who were in the vanguard (arguably 1945 – 1955) of the babyboomer generation, it seemed that Montreal was overflowing with movie theatres.
It’s a good thing there are people with vision. Otherwise, Montreal would still have a giant pit as part of its central train hub, smack-dab in the middle of downtown. Instead, by 1962 we were given this: