The Pleasant Valley Drive-In in the tiny Connecticut hamlet of the same name is a rustic affair, with its large screen of white painted plywood. On gently sloping grassy ground, it’s a cozy rectangle walled by large dark trees. Surrounding the screen are statuesque white pines towering over everything. As evening falls they provide a dark background making the screen more vivid.
As dusk was settling, Bette and I pulled the pickup into a parking space marked by a steel post. Old wires sprouting from the top induced a wave of nostalgia, recalling visits to drive-ins with my parents in the 1960s when speakers were hung on car windows. Today you merely tune your radio to the soundtrack.