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High School Memories
(Two Drive-ins)
By Franklin Price
09/08/2024

It matters not how old we are
Or who we have become
We won't forget the friends we had
In the high school that we're from

Though many years have passed us by
When looking back, it's not that far
With sixteen candles on the cake
Old enough to drive a car 

I got my driver's license
Got a car, was meant to be
Drove to school, not on the bus
Took my friends along with me

Three speeds were on the column
The seats were nice and wide
Sitting right there next to me
Was a girlfriend by my your side

Put my arm around her shoulders
Held her close and drew her near
She helped me as I drove along
And she shifted every gear

On Friday evening after school
I picked her up but not so late
Two drive-ins existed then
Both of them would be our date

My Canoe and her perfume
Mixed to make the car smell fine
The windows down, no AC then
As we headed out to dine

Pulled in the drive-in eatery
To have a burger and some fries
The waitress came on roller skates
As the sun set in the sky

When we received our order
A tray was mounted to the door
The food and drinks were on it
No paper bags to trash the floor

We enjoyed our meal together
Every single taste and sip
Put the waste upon the tray
Paid the bill and left a tip

Headed for the drive-in show
That was just across the street
Paid a dollar for the car
Prices then could not be beat

Pulled into a parking space
With a speaker on a post
Hung it on the window frame
Turned the volume up to most

The lights turned off, projector on
The movie on the screen
When the night was over
Most of it, we had not seen

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