How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Peter Sellers' Nose

From Chicagoist (07/16/13)

In high school I worked at a movie theater and one of my many jobs was running the projector. Not that I didn’t love selling tickets, doling out popcorn, or changing the marquee on the roof (and falling off the ladder once in the process)—but the real reason I was there was to be close to the film. The movie. I loved everything about that part. In the projection room, I didn’t have to deal with complaining customers or frigid winter temperatures. In the projection room, the only sound was the clicking of the projector and—thanks to the heat from its bulb—the temperature was...