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I've always associated, drive-in movie theaters with the yesteryear of my parents. It is a muddled time in my imagination, when poodle skirts and rotary telephones were still the height of sophistication and our nation's collective fear was of a red communist haze descending upon our sleepy small towns. Growing up in the shopping mall-obsessed '80s, driveins were nothing more than creepy relics of a time long past. Their skeletal remains sat overgrown and dilapidated on unused country roads, offering little more than a place for high-school kids to dispose of illicit Jack Daniels bottles and to vent their worldly frustration by spray-painting obscenities on the vacant screen.
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I've always associated, drive-in movie theaters with the yesteryear of my parents. It is a muddled time in my imagination, when poodle skirts and rotary t...
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