David. Donald. Steve. Randy. Dennis.
The Bible with Charleston Heston. The Rare Breed with James Stewart. Beach Blanket Something-or-Other with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello. And a Dean Martin/Jerry Lewis double-feature that made me want to chew my arm off.
Yes, I have been thinking about drive-in movies. Ever since my friend Doris posted a black/white photo of the door-hanging drive-in audio device a few weeks ago and asked who knew what it was. The topic resurfaced when the kids and I were in Boulder and saw the Holiday Drive-In marquee up top; it now marks the entrance into a really cool housing development. Very few of the real deals around, anymore.
And then there’s today’s GOOGLE fun: www.google.com It honors the creator of the drive-in, Richard Hollingshead, who opened the first one on this date in 1933. I love that his initial business infrastructure consisted of a screen nailed to trees in his back yard, a 1928 Kodak projector on the hood of his car and a radio behind the screen. Wiki reports that his first marketing message was: “The whole family is welcome, regardless of how noisy the children are.” I’m thinking he could have used a good copywriter.
So, the cost of your ticket to today’s post is to share one drive-in experience–good or bad. Mine is a first date at the 2&65 Drive-In west of Corydon, Iowa, with a good-looking guy driving his veterinarian dad’s latest-model car with power windows. He fell asleep during yes, The Bible, and I froze my fanny off because I didn’t know how to close the windows and was too polite to wake him up. There was no second date. And if I never see Charlton Heston’s image again, I will be a happy, not-so-polite-anymore girl.
Your turn. And I want good stuff. 😉