What We Talk About When We Talk About the Pantages

One of the reasons this blog is so ridiculously wide-ranging, from hotties of yore to the last words of death row inmates, is that we have always been catholic in our reading. An early immersion in Gone With the Wind, for instance, led to our obsession with Old Hollywood, and Truman Capote’s Answered Prayers led to a deep and lasting affection for the case of Ann “Annie Get Your Gun” Woodward, who shot and killed her husband because she thought he was a prowler. A naked prowler.

Anyway, our current reading of Sister Aimee, a biography of Aimee Semple McPherson, revealed a new tangent to follow: the Pantages.