|A Penny For Your Thoughts|
By Nancy Whitaker
LET’S ALL GO TO THE LOBBY
Drive-in movies used to be the place to go. On warm summer nights, there was nothing quite as much fun as going to a drive-in movie.
In previous decades drive-ins were thought of as teen hangouts, as it was one of the few places teens could be alone in those days.
Guys used to take their gals to the drive-in movies on dates and lots of times would want to park their vehicles in the back row of the outdoor parking lot, hoping to steal a kiss.
Back in the day, a carload of people used to be able to get into the drive-in for $5. I remember as a teenager, we would pile as many people as we could in a car and would often have two more hide in the trunk. Those were the days.
The drive-in always seemed to have a special smell. Sure, there was the popcorn and the hot dogs and the mustard, but indoor movie theaters had those things, too, and never smelled anywhere near as good as the drive-in.