bond , james bond…Posted: October 20, 2012
We would meet at the top of tannery hill and then walk past the deserted tannery building perched next to the river and the bridge that spanned the lazy current. I never saw it, but older people said when the tannery was active and a load of hides arrived, the river ran red for days. Now the building stood abandoned. Only a few unshattered windows remained in defiance to stones kids would hurl when no one was around.
Then up the hill toward town and Wentlings Pharmacy next door to the movie theater. Fifty-five cents at the counter delivered a hamburger and a Coke served in a classic Coca Cola glass with the narrow bottom and wide bulb top. For a dollar we could get into the matinee and this was James Bond In Her Majesty’s Secret Service. It was a Saturday treat that Donnie and I managed sometimes when we both had a couple dollars to spare. We had seen “The Magnificent Seven” and other shows and afterwards we would talk about them as we walked the several miles home.
This day Diana Rigg dazzled as the love interest. I can’t speak for Donnie, but I think two twelve year olds fell deeply in love for those two hours. At the end, she and Bond are married. I remember being puzzled ( James Bond can’t get married ), and then numb as in the final scene a thwarted villain seeks revenge with a drive by shooting. Of course I know now that marrying Bond was never a plan with good long term prospects.
We walked the entire way back in silence.