Gourmet Concessions

Smiling recollections, summer evening reflections, now almost gone for new generations while my venues of childhood musings and adolescent anticipations ...near extinction. I must concede my willingness to share what they will never recall - the exhilaration when Dad would pronounce, "We're going to the drive-in tonight". A creature double feature, "The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf", both Feep worthy presentations, fantasmically speaking. The impatience for dusk was matched with the rush of a 10 minute intermission and, while spotlights played on the darkened screen, cardboard pizza, Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers, soggy steamed dogs, and french fries, were greedily consumed for more than the price of admission. Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons for dessert, then back with only one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils repelled the infestation while smoldering on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned! Then, if we didn't escape with an early exit dash, were caught in the dust and chaos of the only late night traffic jam in town. And...years later, those teenage trysts, without permission - I'll never tell what movie? But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"! (first draft)