Nothing reminds me of being a kid, more than summer nighttime activities: Campfires, Kick-the-Can, catching fireflies in a jar, and yes...going to drive-in movies with my folks. Rolling-down the windows of the car...or rolling them up, just enough to get that heavy, metal speaker, attached to a wire, from the metal pole into our car, and placing it on the window, to hear the, "Let's all go to the snack bar..." song, to the previews, and then the feature film. Some kids would get out of their family car and play in the playground, in front of the large movie screen, but I always watched the movie with my Mom and Dad. Two of the last movies I remember seeing at the drive-in were: "The Russians Are Coming," "Valley of the Dolls," and "Bonnie and Clyde"...then, Bonnie & Clyde's car (from the movie? or was it the actual car?!) was "on tour" and we bought tickets to see it, up-close-and-personal, with its myriad bullet holes, at our local plaza shopping center. Oh, those were the days...of carnivals, elephant rides, carousels, cotton candy, and warm summer nights filled with wonder.