from Ships Log, while sailing on the Spirit in 2002
All and
all, I was having a rather nice day wandering aimlessly through downtown
Vancouver. That is, until I came to Grandville and Smith; that is when I saw,
her.
She had
obviously seen better days, but I could still see the beauty that was hidden
beneath the age and neglect.
People
walked by without seeing her, without so much as a glance in her direction. She
had become invisible, to tourists and locals alike. But not to me. Of course, I
have always been attracted to her kind.
I wonder
if the youth of today even know of her kind. A theater with only one screen?
The
Paradise was built in 1954. I know this because a homeless man saw me
staring at her.
“The year of
our lord nineteen hundred and fifty four. That’s when she opened.” His voice
was scratchy and full of phlegm. He wandered away, still talking and coughing.
I looked
back at the old theater; she had made it through the millennium celebration,
but just barely. Her ornate golden
doors were shut last year, again the old homeless man.
Now
workers were “gutting” her. They tore chairs, cabinets and walls with reckless
abandon. It seemed as if they enjoyed what there were doing. Or maybe, just
maybe, they did not. Maybe they worked with such, fervor, because they wanted to
put her out of her misery as fast as they could. Maybe they too had fond
memories of her…Wishful thinking I suppose.
The last
movie she played was ‘The Green Mile’. What incredible irony. As this once
grand lady walks down her last mile, I wonder will she be renovated. Will they
‘remake’ her? Or, will they tear her down, completely?
Either way this is sadly, another Paradise lost.
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