This economy is tough. Tough tough tough. Lack of green can kill a dream. Hell, lack of dough can kill a man. So I can understand the closing(I hope temporarily) of the Co-Ed. Money makes the world go around. And if the money ain't coming in, the doors have got to close. But because the Co-Ed is what it is(a movie house), it deals in dreams and magic and smoke and mirrors. We pretend it doesn't take cash to make it fly. And we are sad when reality gets in the way of the magic trick. My earliest personal memory of that place is 1972, seeing "Snoopy Come Home" with my mother. And we were the only people in the theatre. I felt like Elvis. I felt like my mom was really special. And I still feel that way. My very best wishes are with the Co-Ed. I hope that it can return...somehow.