“I grew up in Oklahoma and Missouri, and I just loved film. My folks would take us to the drive-in on summer nights, and we’d sit on the hood of the car. I just had this profound love for storytelling.”
I can remember the days of the old drive-in theater that has pretty much gone away in America’s landscape today. I suppose the land prices have just been too good for the theater owners to pass up. You only see a few drive-in theaters left dotting across the country now. I can remember when we would all pile in my uncle’s pick-up truck in northern Oklahoma for a night at the movies. I think it cost a few dollars per carload back then on Saturday nights. We would pull out our lawn chairs and spread out behind the pick-up. Some of us kids would lay down in the bed of the truck for even better comfort. During the intermission, which was a break half-way through the movie, we would run up to the concession stand to buy our cokes and a big bag of fresh buttered hot popcorn.
The best part of the night really wasn’t watching the movies together. The best part was making family memories together and enjoying the stories we had to tell each other about what was going on in our lives. At the end of the night we had to make sure the speakers were taken off the car since my uncle had a hard time remembering the speakers were attached to the car windows. There was more than one time we almost ripped the speakers from their stands as we drove away from the theater for the night. I miss those summer nights!