small towns and boonies of rural America as huge dinosaur twenty-foot images of lovers
embracing, and fiery car crashes once again flickered across the night skies.
Finally! The local drive-in was open.
And not a moment too soon for the sanity of recreation-starved Americans lucky enough to
live out where there is still enough cheap land available to allow for their existence.
At last, a meeting ground had opened in which people could socialize en masse,
and not risk death from COVID 19 at every turn. Safe in one’s car, with one’s closest
Intimates and family, one could drink beer, shout at the screen, smoke a joint, and even
maybe consider taking one’s mask off.
Below is a selection of photos from Joan Liftin’s classic “Drive-Ins” published
some l5 years ago. Nothing much has changed except for what’s playing this season
and the mood of our weary and rattled fellow countrymen.
There are still over 500 drive-ins left. Believe it or not, chances are 50=50 that there’s one
within a short one hour drive from where you live.