Long live one of America’s finest creations: the drive-in theater.

One of my great drive-in memories dates to 1969, when my parents took my five sisters and me to see “Herbie the Love Bug” in our Plymouth Fury III station wagon.

As the blue sky fell dark and the film projector began rattling behind the concession stand, black-and-white numbers — “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…” — flashed onto the screen.

Scratchy, yellowed 1950s footage advertised concession-stand hot dogs, popcorn and candy.

And then the first film — a B movie — would play on the massive screen.

Kerry Segrave, author of “Drive-in Theaters: A History From Their Inception in 1933,” explains why my deeply nostalgic drive-in memory could only happen in America.

 First, in postwar America, there was an abundance of cheap land near America’s rapidly growing suburbs — land that was easily accessible thanks to the new postwar highway system.

Second,........

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