How about a trip down Memory Lane? Actually a stop along the
way down Memory Lane is what I’m talking about.
If you are old enough you can remember the Friday or
Saturday nights at the local Drive-In. It was a special time and just about
everyone went to one every so often. It took you out of the routine of TV and
the movie house into the night, free and fresh as the air!
Usually if you went with your family, you went right before
sunset so you could get the ideal spot, the little kids in their pajamas in the
back seat and close to the refreshment stand. You were bombarded with great
advertising for such great treats as hot dogs, popcorn and candy, with a soda
standing guard over all the stuff Dad carried back to the car in that little
grey box. The red and white stripe boxes of French fries seemed to whet the
appetite and you had to have something.
As you sat you watched the other families come and settle in
and waited for the sun to set, it seemed the sun never set waiting, and so usually
a fight broke out in the back seat until the movie began.
Then one day you went to the drive-in with your friends.
Usually there were 6, four paid and two were concealed usually under a blanket,
making the experience that much more fun. Then I learned if I just took a date
by myself, I had to go back to see the movie again! (Hey, don’t judge, I was
young)
Usually there was always some schmuck who pulled up in a van
to block your view. This moron also had to step on his brake during the show,
so you would put on your high beams and shine into his rearview mirror, hoping
to blind the numbskull and send him home.
But the best part was yet to come! No, not the movie, but
leaving the parking lot, the mad scramble just as the credits started to roll,
everyone jockeying to position to beat the crowd and make the mad exodus to the
main road.
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