”Groovy like a drive-in movie.”
The sun is elsewhere. Today will be cloudy all day. It will be in the 50’s. I’ll be home. I have everything I need, even a Snickers bar.
My downstairs bathroom is decorated with school stuff. I have no idea why I chose that motif. The extra towels are kept in a small roll up desk. A wooden chalkboard is down and holds a pencil box, an old ruler, a small globe the bank used to give away and a blue tin jar which once held Ding Dong School paint. The top of the board has a roller, and you can change the paper decoration. I do that. There are old school pictures of places and people I don’t know hanging on the walls. My favorite picture is one hung on the wall below the medicine cabinet. It isn’t an original but rather a copy. It is the graduation picture of my eighth grade class dressed to the nines. We are seated in front of the statue in front of the convent. The boys are all wearing suits, and most of the girls are wearing fluffy dresses, even me who didn’t like fluff. The original picture was rolled for probably hundreds of years, okay an exaggeration, but it did stayed rolled long enough so the picture was cracked when you unrolled it. I went to the photo shop and had it reproduced. You can see white lines which are the cracks, but they don’t hide the picture. I can still identify many of my classmates.
When I was a kid, we went to the drive-in many summer Saturday nights. My grandfather had a pass so we got in free. My father made bug juice and popcorn and bought a few candy bars. The first picture was always suitable for kids. The second was more adult because most kids fell sleep. We got out of the car during intermission to go to the playground in front of the concession stand. All the kids wore pajamas. What I remember most was we left early. My father hated waiting in traffic so we left before the end of the movie. I remember looking out the window wistfully. I remember wondering who the murderer was.
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