About 4 or 5 am, we got free doughnuts at the snack bar. Good thing, 'cause the flicks were all stinkers.
We had friends visiting from the UK, and took them out on a "Double Date"...to the only drive-in car-hop hamburger joint left, then to the only Drive-In Theatre left. That was 15 years ago, and both places are long gone. Born in '44, I was just the right age to really enjoy the '50's and '60's. (If you had a '46 Ford Business Coup, you could fit a LOT of people into the drive-in!)
Yes, we were politer and respected property..or else. I still recall looking over my shoulder to see a BIG wooden brush coming down..
We had a television when I was 11. The neighborhood was not rich, being filled with familes from Poland. We were the only non-Polish family, and when we moved in, English was not often spoken at our neighbor's homes by the older generation, though the children eventually brought it home from school. I look back on growing up immersed in an ethnicity that was not mine, and treasure it because I got the experience of another country without any of the troubles they fled.
And, Oh, the food. I know I shall never taste that rye bread again nor kielbasa made without nitrites, etc...
My father and some other neighbors of his generation had returned from WWII, and were respected and treated as heroes, not spat upon.
I would go back in an instant, because I miss my Studebaker, and my old neighbors who have died long ago. Sure, penicillin was a new "wonder drug", we were terrified of polio and the Russians, and by today's standards our technology was primitive, as primitive as the regenerative radio I build with a 6J5 triode..haha.