There are few things as depressing as the death of a drive-in it's gravel lot once raked and tended like a Zen garden now strewn with weeds and wind blown paper. The once shining white screen hanging in rags,falling apart square by square. The speakers like old soldiers standing at attention quietly rusting into the ground concrete islands crumbling into dust. Gone the theatre of the car,a place to see films as god intended,in the familiar comfort of your own vehicle,no videos or movie disks,no curtain to drop,no lights to go down but the setting sun,just you and the film among a galaxy of shining glass windows and gleaming grills of cars. Gone are the young lovers lost in each other exploring thier love with hands and lips.Gone the cars filled with families, children in pajamas,grease spotted grocery bags full of homemade popcorn.Gone the carloads of blissfully stoned teenagers fighting off the chains of conformity.The ghostly echo of a snackbar anouncement hanging in the air,gone are all silent and reverant as a graveyard holding not the bodies of the dead but the ghosts of memories,the unruly spirit of a fallen dream,the golden dream of America trancendent.Most sadly gone are the images that have flashed across the screen.monsters and cowboys,bikers and spacemen,pirates and gods swept away bright colors faded to black and white and finally gray :(
