I remember sneaking into a Bridget Bardot movie at the Luna Theater with a couple of my friends one afternoon shortly after it had started. Our anticipation and excitement quickly dissipated, however, when in walking down the right side aisle I heard a familiar voice over my right shoulder.
“Hi, Ron,” he said.
I looked back and there my older brother sat with a one of his friends like a pair of Cheshire cats with broad grins that flickered on and off in the light emanating from the black and white movie projected on the screen behind me.
I can tell you I don’t remember a thing about the movie because the whole time I was thinking about what was going to happen when Mom and Dad found out where I’d spent the afternoon. Of course, I wasn’t smart enough to understand that Richard wouldn’t be bringing the subject up at home that night over dinner because he’d also have some explaining to do.