I was listening to the NBC nightly news just now and heard that the drive-in movie theater is making a come back. Hooray! I learned how to kiss during a drive-in movie back in 1960. I’ve forgotten how and need a refresher course.
Remember those rusty sound boxes? Sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn’t. We didn’t care, the movie was insignificant.
Immediately, I called my ole friend, Phil, (or did he call me?) and we remembered the days when we piled in a car and watched “D” grade movies – and wandered around the open air “theatre,” ignoring the film. For us, it was “Socialization 101.”
They said we would load people in the trunk of our our cars and get them in for free. I’m here to tell you we never did that. We didn’t have cars – we would arrive in the back of a pick-up truck. Good Baptists that we were, we would never cheat. We were a generation of wholesome kids who got grounded for cussing or cutting up in church.