What a sad thing to have happened to a place I have such fond memories of. In 1968, I and my family saw “Night of the Living Dead” at this drive-in. I was 7 and the car was a ‘63 Plymouth Fury wagon. Of course, the cone from Dairy Queen was chocolate. I couldn’t sleep that night. We lived on the family’s diary farm which had long been non-operational. In 1971, a visiting uncle from California convinced my father that we should move to California where the were jobs were plentiful. I didn’t want to leave New Jersey. It was my home. In the summer of '71 the last movies I saw were “Walk About” and “Vanishing Point” with my mother and siblings, as my father had gone ahead to California. I’ve been in California ever since, but I’ve always missed New Jersey. I was born at Newton Memorial Hospital and I’m sure that’s changed a lot too.
What a sad thing to have happened to a place I have such fond memories of. In 1968, I and my family saw “Night of the Living Dead” at this drive-in. I was 7 and the car was a ‘63 Plymouth Fury wagon. Of course, the cone from Dairy Queen was chocolate. I couldn’t sleep that night. We lived on the family’s diary farm which had long been non-operational. In 1971, a visiting uncle from California convinced my father that we should move to California where the were jobs were plentiful. I didn’t want to leave New Jersey. It was my home. In the summer of '71 the last movies I saw were “Walk About” and “Vanishing Point” with my mother and siblings, as my father had gone ahead to California. I’ve been in California ever since, but I’ve always missed New Jersey. I was born at Newton Memorial Hospital and I’m sure that’s changed a lot too.