The drive-in movies theater has gone the way of the dinosaur and dodo bird. Extinct. Gone. Disappeared. Some relics deserve that fate. 8-track tapes, for one. But the drive-in is different.

Life was a gas to sit in your car and watch movies. I'm not talking about the mousetrap-sized screens I see playing in the new models. You could wear what you liked to the drive-in, even if you were dressed like a grub.

The big silver screen literally made the films larger than life. But this blog isn't to bemoan a lost pleasure of the good, old days.

The last flick I ever saw at the drive-in was some easily forgettable title starring Peter Fonda. Yeah, he was the whipcord lean guy of Easy Rider fame. It seemed to me every picture I saw him in involved a fiery car crash or a gory shoot-out. While in ole Mexico in '74, I caught Peter Fonda flick with Spanish subtitles. That was a tad weird. Years later, I enjoyed Mr. Fonda in Ulee's Gold, a well-done film proving that he was a skilled actor.

I understand a few hardy drive-in theaters still dot the American landscape. If I'm ever in such a town, I'll be sure to drop in one evening and relax. If the picture splashed on the enormous screen features Peter Fonda, I'll know I've hit a time warp, and I won't be in a such big hurry to leave it.

So, please let me know if you live near a drive-in still alive and kicking.