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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Justin C who wrote (52397)	6/20/2000 2:49:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (7) \| Respond to of 71178

The annual newsletter came from my high school last week. The first thing I looked for is news of any of my classmates, then I scan each section quickly, noting that the dues are still 10.00. And then I saw this: Do you remember Hull's Drive-In? Do I remember Hull's Drive-In? Some of the most important events of my teen years took place at Hull's! As you all know, I grew up in a very small town in the Blue Ridge, and had a typical and very idyllic childhood and adolescence. Lexington could have been the inspiration for Happy Days or American Graffiti, with Cindy Williams playing the role of me. There were just over 100 kids in my graduating class marching across the gym stage to the pounding of Pomp and Circumstance on an old upright piano. We knew everyone and we knew everything about everyone. There wasn't a lot to do in a tiny mountain town in the 60s-- no McDonald's, no Pizza Hut. We boasted a movie theatre that changed shows every week or two and we had a bowling alley upstairs over a feed store that still had pinboys, but nice girls didn't go there unless it was with your church group. Social life revolved around high school sports and sock hops, church, and in the summer, Hull's Drive-In. After cheerleading practice, we would stuff ourselves into whatever car could be begged from a parent for the night, hide a couple of bodies in the trunk, and head down Route 11 a couple of miles to Hull's. There we pulled out blankets or sat on the hoods of cars, met up with BOYS, and splurged on some popcorn if anyone had any extra money. The first time the love of my high school life kissed me was at Hull's, the first class ring, to be duly filled with wax and worn proudly, was given to me at Hull's. I saw Westside Story for the first time at Hull's and decided at that moment to go into musical theatre. As you can see, this was a place for momentous life happenings. Hull's eventually closed, though I drove past it every time I came over the mountains into the valley on my visits home. So when I read- Do you remember Hull's Drive-In, I cried, "Well, of COURSE! Who DOESN"T!" Well, it seems that some other Hull's lovers, maybe literal as well as figurative, also have warm memories of that little acre, and have formed a group, the Hull's Angels, who want to purchase and reopen Hull's. This will be the first community-owned, not-for-profit drive-in theatre in America! BUt here's the exciting part. Anyone donating 200.00 or more will be honored with a PERSONALIZED SPEAKER POST PLAQUE! I kid you not!!! I can have my own speaker post plaque!!! I am toying with the idea of calling my high school sweetheart and asking if he wants to go halvsies. Maybe we can even request the exact speaker we used on our first date. You know I get solicitation requests , tons of them, daily, by e-mail, and phone and post, but this one just got to me. My chance to help preserve a piece of real Americana, a memory of an almost perfect place and time to be a teenager. I am sooooo tempted.