I had the good fortune of having a grandfather who ran a drive in theater in Atlanta. He actually lived on the lot, first beneath the screen and then in a house that overlooked the two screens. We used to sit on the teardrops (the footings for the speakers) and watch the films. We would ride a little homemade moped up and down the rows of bumps that faced the screen. We would walk down to the concession stand and fill an old industrial size mayo jar with ice and coke and bring it back to the house for lunch. We would (stupidly) climb the back of the screens. We would stand on chairs so that we could serve customers soda at the concession stand. We would make pizzas and hot dogs. We would help spool the film and watch from the projection booth. In sum, we would have a wonderful, magical time when we visited my grandparents.

The book is bad, self-esteem, blah, blah and whatnot. I don't care, but the cartoon mommy on the cover of that book is HAUTE!