
The First Theatre I Ever Found Was In The Backyard Of A New Suburban Community In The Foothills Of The Poconos. My Dad Was A Young Fbi Agent At His First Or Second Posting - We're All From New York. He Was Posted In Scranton, Pennsylvania And He Put The Family In A Brand New Red-brick Apartment. It Was In A C-shape And Behind It Was A Small Hill That Led Up To The Woods. There Was A White-washed Brick Wall That Was A Perfect Theatre! There Were Windows And All The Ladies Behind The Windows In Their Apartments. I Would Go Out There After Lunch Every Day And Sing Opera.
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The First Theatre I Ever Found Was

Mercedes Ruehl
The First Theatre I Ever Found Was In The Backyard Of A New Suburban Community In The Foothills Of The Poconos. My Dad Was A Young Fbi Agent At His First Or Second Posting - We're All From New York. He Was Posted In Scranton, Pennsylvania And He Put The Family In A Brand New Red-brick Apartment. It Was In A C-shape And Behind It Was A Small Hill That Led Up To The Woods. There Was A White-washed Brick Wall That Was A Perfect Theatre! There Were Windows And All The Ladies Behind The Windows In Their Apartments. I Would Go Out There After Lunch Every Day And Sing Opera.
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