The week revolved around getting a date for the Route 3 on Saturday night in my red ‘64 Chevy. When it was cold, we’d snuggle in the back seat. In the summer, we’d burn the spiral green “Pic” that repelled mosquitos and attracted them to us. The beacon from the Empire State, to the right of the screen but far across the Kearny meadows, would rotate and shine through the car every minute or so. Double dates were hilarious when the guys would go to the snack stand and forget where the car was. I wish it was about 45 years ago in my red chevy at the drive-in and I was not 61 in a wheelchair with neuropathy.
The week revolved around getting a date for the Route 3 on Saturday night in my red ‘64 Chevy. When it was cold, we’d snuggle in the back seat. In the summer, we’d burn the spiral green “Pic” that repelled mosquitos and attracted them to us. The beacon from the Empire State, to the right of the screen but far across the Kearny meadows, would rotate and shine through the car every minute or so. Double dates were hilarious when the guys would go to the snack stand and forget where the car was. I wish it was about 45 years ago in my red chevy at the drive-in and I was not 61 in a wheelchair with neuropathy.
the car once a minute. I must have “heard” – and not seen – “Dr. No” 15 times one summer, each time with a differ