Downtown Frederick on Saturday night. Rounding the corner, I could hear kid voices, arguing, "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah!" And then there they were, ghostly projections of the Little Rascals and a crowd of people - from babies in strollers to people old enough to remember this film when it was new. They all watched and laughed, no one harder than the projectionist who was hidden just inside the doorway of a gallery.