here are two images from my
youth that I shall never be
able to shake. There was that
clear Saturday afternoon in
October when I rode my bi-
 
cycle downtown to see a show at the Rialto, only to look up at the marquee and see the chilling announce- ment, "20 lanes of bowling." No movie I have ever seen has jolted me more.
The thousands of hours I spent in Allen- town, Pennsylvania's wondrous Rialto The- atre formed the core of my adolescent edu- cation. I learned "lessons" i...