I can’t imagine such a thing happening today: In the early ‘70s, when I was 10, my family left my baby sister Mary behind at the drive-in theater.

Typical ‘70s drive-in experience

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As I explain in my humorous memoir, “Misadventures of a 1970s Childhood,” the outing started off well enough.

My father spent several minutes searching for a spot, as it took time to find a window speaker that worked.

We got out of the car as he opened the station-wagon tailgate and folded down the back seats, then got back in. We began devouring corn curls, potato chips, onion dip and pretzels, and washed them down with orange, cherry and grape Regent soda pop.

The blue sky soon fell dark and the film projector began rattling. Black-and-white numbers – “5, 4, 3, 2, 1 …” – flashed onto........

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