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Left behind at the drive-in theater

I can’t imagine such a thing happening today: In the early 1970s, when I was 9, my family left my sister Mary behind at the drive-in theater.
Allow me to explain, but you’ll have to read my humorous memoir, “Misadventures of a 1970s Childhood” on Amazon.com, to get the full story.
As it went, the outing had started off well enough. My father spent several minutes searching for a spot (it took time to find a window speaker that worked). We got out of the car as he opened the tailgate and folded down the back seats ...


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