An oldie, but a goodie….
There she stood – the scruffy shell of the town’s former place to see and be seen, saggy and fading like the beauty of the aging stars’ faces who’d graced her main screen decades ago. Aptly christened as the Pitt, her marquee seemed to mock the community’s latest efforts at revitalization – foreshadowing another failure of leadership during yet another economic decline.
“Don’t forget me,” she whispered, begging for one last closeup. “I was something in my day.”