Locked Out – Or – Locked Up

“Jim Class” is a feature that airs within The HomeFix Show. Wrtiten by original charter show listener Jim Forrer from Caldwell Idaho, Jim shares his observations, life experiences  and lessons learned in life. Joe Prin reads these at various times in most of the HomeFix Shows. Here is the original written text.

The year———-1957

The place———-Massillon Ohio

The occasion———-To see a film

The movie———- Boy on a Dolphin

The reason———-Sophia Loren

Well, you know how teen aged boys are. We all had seen Sophia in Playboy and could not wait to view her on the big screen.

Dale Martin parked the car in the parking lot of the shopping mall just a short distant around the corner from the movie theater. There were four of us running and almost tripping over each other getting to the door of the theater. We made it inside, sat down with great expectations and waited in the dark for the film to start.  I don’t remember much of the film, but for Sophia.

It was a cold evening, but when we left the theater late that night, it had turned frigid and the wind was unbearable. When we arrived back at the parking lot, we found the one and only vehicle left there was that drab green 55 Plymouth which Dale had driven. We all rushed toward it in hopes of getting out of the wind. Dale inserted the key, struggled with the lock, but the lock was frozen. Try as we might, it simply would not open. There we all stood in that huge and empty parking lot as shakes took over. Someone found a pack of matches in their coat pocket and with them, we formulated a plan. With the key inserted into the lock, we all gathered around and huddled together to form a shield to block the wind. We held matches at the ready as Dale struck one, placed it strategically below the inserted key in hopes of thawing the frozen lock. As soon as the first match went out, another was struck and applied to the key. Boy, this would have been a good time to ‘flick my Bic’, but they didn’t come out until 73.  Anyway, this procedure continued until the door lock finally relented and allowed access. When we unfurled from our bundled windbreak position, I found that we had company.

There,standing behind and to the side, two police officers in a crouched posture and looking menacing in their manner. Now, I can imagine what it looked like with a small group of hooligans surrounding the door of a lone car.  They told us not to move and to put our hands on our head.  We did not move, however my shivering and shaking worsened quite a bit. With the proper accompanying paperwork from the jockey-box, it didn’t take long to provide proof of ownership of that Plymouth. We explained to their satisfaction that we had just left the theater and were headed home.  At this, the cops said goodnight and to drive safely.

All this transpired because some teenagers wanted to see Sophia.