A mere 25 cents was the entry fee to this marvel of childhood imagination. Walking through the doors of this hollowed delight with its nearly mystical possibilities and cavernous magnificence induced silent awe. A nickle for a candy bar. .A dime for popcorn. A dollar would give you a bellyache. 10 Cartoons. The Superman series. An adult for us Newsreel, like we were thinking creatures. Then the Big Screen, technicolor movie with larger than life actors and adventure. Two hours or a little more of living in another realm of enchanted being. We were raised up and t***sported to a place of perfect ease and daring. It was holy.

I remember the drive-in movies. Two features plus cartoons and on Fridays and Saturdays there was a third bonus feature. The first movie was usually geared more towards children with the grownup movie after the intermission. A bunch of us kids would go to the dead end that overlooked the drive-in to watch a movie. We preferred action movies because we couldn't here any sound. We'd hang out there until our parents started calling us home. It was great being allowed to stay our after the street lights came on.
I thought they were all long gone, then discovered there was one drive-in left. My wife and I drove 50 miles to take our daughter to see a movie there before they were all gone. It was Armageddon.. I walked my daughter up to the screen. She was very impressed by how big the screen was (she was 5). We'd pick up a pizza on the way in and have a cooler full of drinks.