Friday, July 27, 2007
Going away for a few days, so you'll have to quench your thirst for howling indignation and retro-pop appreciation elsewhere this weekend. I'll be revisiting some old stomping grounds, one of which is the weed-infested ruins of an old drive-in theater where I spent many childhood and teen summer nights. The boy doesn't really grasp the whole see-a-movie-in-your-car concept. What if the windshield's dirty? What if it rains? Why is the speaker so tiny? Clearly, growing up in the early 21st century has robbed him of such simple delights. Me, I watch the below, and it's 1974 all over again.