My parents bought the Star Theater and Grill, because the theater was going to be closed. They knew how tragic that would be to the community. They have spent a lot of money fixing both places up.I remember when I was a kid going to that same theater, sitting on duct tape seats, stepping on sticky floor and walking into smelly bathrooms. Well not anymore, they have gone over the entire theater and changed a lot of things.
Did you know they took out a couple rows of seats. put down new carpet and bought bean bags for children to sit right in front of the screen. My dad also took out a back row of seats because he knew a lot of people wouldn’t go because they couldn’t fit into the seats, so he put in benches for them. He has also built a room with a glass wall for moms to take their fussy babies and not miss out on the movie. My dad has done a lot of work and spent a lot of money to try to help the community have a fun place to take their families.
In the grill the have a fun center where kids can play games while their parents can eat and see them. They have a band come and play I think two times a week, and they have a place with a big screen for people to sing karaoke or play their favorite Play Station game on a big screen.
He loves to take people on tours and show them his office, which is also a old bank vault, with two metal doors that lead threw a thick wall. Up stairs there is a fancy dining room looking over the game room, perfect for wedding receptions, office parties or family get togethers. My dad will even take families out to his farm just outside of Huntington, to show kids his fallow deer, llamas, pot bellied pigs, ducks, miniature horses, and two ponds full of fish that kids can catch on a bare hook.
They also need help if you know anyone looking for a job, they need cooks, servers and help in the theater. After all that they have done for this community and not getting much support, to me its like a slap in the face. It reminds me of a story I wrote for a picture book but has been published internationally as a poem, where I have won the Editors Choice Award and the Amateur Poet Of The Year.
Ms. Nalley O’Nest, Snob Of The West
Once in a town from out of the west, there lived a lady named Ms. Nalley O’Nest.
Ms. Nalley O’Nest, was proper and rich, the children in town thought she was mean as a witch.
In this western town it was mostly dry and hot, but today it started raining and it really rained a lot.
Ms. Nalley had to shop at the store across the street, she had to buy shoes for her elegant little feet.
It rained so much that day the streets were flooded, so if she crossed she would get very wet and mudded.
She looked up and down the street to try to find a way, she just had to get across she just had to shop today.
Mr. Rick A. Teller, was the sheriff of the town, he could see across the street Ms. Nalley, with a frown.
Rick crossed the street with muddy water at his feet, he stepped up on the curb and tipped his hat with a cowboy greet.
Then with a caring heart and pride in his stride, he carried Ms. Nalley, safely to the other side.
When the sheriff set her down, she quickly slapped his face. “How dare you touch me sir,” she said. “and you creased my dresses lace!”
He picked Ms. Nalley, right back up while she kicked screamed and cried, he carried Ms. Nalley O’Nest, right back to the other side.
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