As a young chap, we spent our first family outing to our local drive-in (now long gone) to see Hey, There, It's Yogi Bear. What I remember most were the previews. Virtually all were for horror movies, resplendant with Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing and the aging Boris Karloff, most Hammer features. One of the movies was The Curse of the Werewolf. I was utterly terrified and buried my face in my mother's chest. Naturally, a huge proportion of films shown at the local drive-in were horror movies. The next family flic we saw at the drive-in was Mary Poppins. As a teenager, when I was far more appreciative of the horror genre, we save everything from Witchfinder General/The Conquering Worm to the first Dawn of the Dead. It was a part of the adolescent growing-up experience no longer, well, experienced. The audio boxes with their window clips were difficult to understand (and always covered with bird, especially seagull, doo-doo), mosquitoes would bombard us so we had to close the windows causing them to fog up so we had to run the engine with the de-fogger on and - of course - we'd send one of our newby teenage friends, as a part of an "initiation" to the food shelter (where you could even get pizza) and while he/she was there, we'd move the car. We never, however, had to hide fellow movie-going friends in the trunk to save on admission because the cost was just a half-dollar-flat, regardless if you had one in the vehicle or you had 'em stacked up like corkwood.
Gerard
