There was a drive-in movie theatre near Newark called Rose City Drive-In which, after decades of idleness and decay, has recently re-opened (surprise, surprise). It was a really cool place to go when I was a kid – a real treat and an extravagance for us in those days. We would sit in the car and watch the movie through the windshield, with a speaker hooked onto the inside of the driver’s side window and wired to a small pole next to the car. We would invariably have a stash of popcorn and what-not from home with us to complete the experience.
I remember us going there one evening for a double-feature (2 movies for the price of 1) – Support Your Local Sheriff (which was hilarious) and Paint Your Wagon, also funny but way too long a movie and I fell asleep before the halfway mark, as I recall.
Unpalatable
I recall a short story was read in English class about a boy who was involved in a dangerous event, possibly involving some wild animal like a bear or wolf or something. Whatever it was tested his bravery and resolve to overcome his fear and deal with the situation. So, after the harrowing incident, his mother gave him some heated milk in a mug with a dollop of butter added, which (in the story) he very much enjoyed.
I remember thinking “that sounds delicious” and when I got home, I promptly heated some milk, poured it into a mug, and added the magic ingredient. It tasted gross. I dumped it out and never attempted that again.
In retrospect I should have known it would be unpalatable because we didn’t have butter in our house – we used margarine, which doesn’t mix well or taste any good with milk.
I remember thinking “that sounds delicious” and when I got home, I promptly heated some milk, poured it into a mug, and added the magic ingredient. It tasted gross. I dumped it out and never attempted that again.
In retrospect I should have known it would be unpalatable because we didn’t have butter in our house – we used margarine, which doesn’t mix well or taste any good with milk.
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