Theater - The Strand - Salina, Kansas

So how about old theaters for a few weeks on Wednesday?

Now playing:
Two Startling Hits
The Big Combo
Plus The Tip Off

The Strand Theater
Salina, Kansas
1954

Today, 1997 - Daily Magic

From this same day 13 years ago. This is the view from the glider. Desiree lived in the yellow house.

Sunday, July 27, 1997 After mother finished pushing her dinner around on her plate, spilling her water and dropping her pills, I ushered her in two cycles around the kitchen table for exercise and returned her to her TV launching chair. Then I went out, with all necessary accessories to stay in contact, including beeper and telephone, to sit in the front porch glider. A couple small pillows from the couch and an icy bottle of tea went with me too. And a book to run competition with the busy activity on the street and sidewalks that pass my line of vision in the apron of the front yard. Across the street, little Desiree was at work schooling her invisible playmate in the fine art of ballet and cheerleading. The new neighbor on the east kept to the house mostly and the stout pair on the west, did their usual, arrived and left, arrived and left. Nothing much new in the front yard world so the book had little competition for my thoughts. I read until nearly nine. "The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion." Tom Robbins in “Jitterbug Perfume” Proving a toad is a prince or a prince is a toad.... Ponderings that take my mind. All the interactions of humans, luring, flirting, leading, flashing, feeding the mind, grooming the hair, daring to judge what's fault and what's fair, move only to a conclusion. A conclusion as certain as the last stop on the bus line, as illuminating as an eclipse and as dreaded and elusive as a cherry pit in a hot cherry pie. Nothing is certain. Everything changes. Toads are toads. Princes are princes. Fools are fools. Of course to a cynic, the looming sunset of life can produce little beauty and not much comment except "I told you so!" But to a romantic a toad is a prince. The ends are merely a part of the beginning and all the pudding in-between. Life to the cynic is a clanking chain of events that prove everything is related, everything is temporary and everything is eventually as worthless as the inevitable last link. But the romantic knows a secret. Life is the memories you make. Nothing more, nothing less. If you plant nightshade, as Mr. Nightingale quoted, you get nightshade... The conclusion for the day is, I shouldn't sit for long periods in the glider by myself. In only a short time, so many thoughts float like dumplings in my brain soup that the bowl expands and the scalp stretches and separates the strands of hair across even greater expanses of bald. Sitting in the front porch glider is one of the known causes of baldness. In men. Women have to go to the bathroom more often. Women think in little concise thoughts that mean something useful. They dispense their considered wisdom to the summer air around a glider and then go to the bathroom. Women perform their magic daily. They run the world and all of humanity and make it seem as if they don't know the first thing about it. Magic. Daily magic.

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The Profile (more than you really wanted to know) is here.

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For more about Double Exposures see this page in Lost Gallery.

Lockheed Constellation NC1206 Salina, Kansas

She sat alone in the corner
Dreaming her fading dreams,
Watching her world whistle and whine,
Away and without her.
Once more she thought, once more in the sky.
Once more where there is no horizon,
To fly, once more, to fly.


(Update Februrary 6, 2008) I'm recycling this again because I received a note from a man associated with this spectacular aircraft. Here is what he says:

Hello anyzazz65, Just an update for you and that link you
posted here, I was at her side in Salina in January, she
looks a bit sad now,holes appearing in the surfaces. Have
posted some pics of her, she still looks salvagable,but im
short on the cash at the moment.
The link hasn't been updated since 2003, so im sure some
people would like to know whats happened, or not.
I see her whenever I'm up on the road through Salina, as i live in Wichita.
regards
Steve

Here are some recent pictures on mank999's Flickr stream.
www.flickr.com/photos/mank999/sets/72157603632151079/



I took the above picture in 1993. It is a Lockheed Constellation. Here is an interesting account of the life and history of this spectacular aircraft.
www.conniesurvivors.com/1-salina_connie.htm

Here are some photographs I took in September of 2009.

	Can't get enough? For more piotures of the Lockheed Constellation go HERE and HERE.