My grandmother’s house
(a short story)
By Bob Boldt
(a short story)
By Bob Boldt
The movie never changes. It can’t change. Every time you see it – it seems different because you are different.The war with Germany was over. We had recently defeated Hitler and my dad was home from the European theater. His unit was not scheduled to go to the Pacific. I wasn’t sure what the name “theater” meant. When the Germans surrendered, I was in a theater, and after the man in the projection booth shouted out “Germany surrendered!” all the service men threw their hats in the air. I remembered the white screen with no film in the projector, the shadows of all those hats flying high in the air, and the happy whoops and hollers filling the theater. Soon after that my dad came home from the Navy.
–James Cole, from Terry Gilliam’s movie,
Twelve Monkeys