Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Saenger. The dream sellers of my childhood.

The old Saenger Theater in New Orleans.  The photo arouses long sleeping images of Saturday mornings watching Sinbad the Sailor movies.  Today I would probably laugh at how hokey they were. But back then, we lived in fear that the next adventure with a dragon could be his last.  We clung to a tugging believe that he was the true hero that could escape any peril.

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