Every Wednesday night, without fail, Horrie gathered up his children and marched the whole catastrophe down to Chapel Street and the Empress Theatre, where there was always a special cheap family ticket for Ranch Night. My mother never desired to partake; while Rosely attended spasmodically for her interest in Western movies entirely surrounded the presence in the main film of certain handsome actors—John Derek and Jeffrey Hunter were especially favoured; and little Howie had to get special dispensation on account to his junior age. But I always went—it was the highlight of my week.