I’m still mourning the drive-in movie screens of my youth. The little playgrounds under the screens, the in-car speakers, the mosquito coils burning like incense, the neighbor girls in their pajamas in back of a station wagon, the concession stands and the cheesy ads for same. Experiences most now living will NEVER have. It’s just wrong.
We used a pick-up truck with our kids. Piles with blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. Good times. I see the two that we went to are gone - but there are still five of them “near” us - on the west side of Puget Sound. Although I’m not sure my wife would be up for such a late night. (And I don’t really care for the movies anymore!”)
And now you've made me sad.