When evening came, Steve Ware and Samantha Wadeloaded his white GMC Yukon with snacks and soft drinks, blankets and pillows. Adventure awaited.
Oh, right, the kids. Hop in, they said. Like rabbits they jumped. Ware, at the wheel, left his East Lake home and headed east. He didn’t go far before hooking a turn at a big neon sign.
A quick stop, a count of heads, admission paid. The big GMC headed down a steep incline to a paved parking lot. It rose and fell in waves, as if a rolling ocean had suddenly turned to asphalt.
Flashback Photos: The golden days of Atlanta’s drive-in theaters
They backed into position in front of a big screen partially obscuring a stand of pines. They unfolded chairs and arranged pillows. Wade found snacks for her kids, Henry Strain, 11, and Eva Strain, 8, as well as her boyfriend’s youngsters, 11-year-old Charlie Ware and Eliza Jane Ware, 9…