They came to walk the sticky theater floor one last time, to sit on the fold-down seats with wooden arm rests, to gaze into a well-stocked candy case that offers Red Vines, unlike candy cases in certain other theaters, which only offer Twizzlers.
They lined up early, paying $1 for one or two movies or $2 if they wanted to see the triple feature.
They didn’t care that the bathrooms are inconveniently located upstairs or that the sound system isn’t state of the art.
All they cared about was the fact that Kiggins Theater is a part of Vancouver’s history, and it was closing.