Gordon Robinson | Propaganda in pictures

With apologies to the late, great Charlie Hyatt, when I was a bwoy, movies were exciting events. Going to the movies, especially drive-in movies, was like a road trip and hotel stay all in one. I remember Boulevard Drive-in where our mother would dress us in pajamas and carry pillows and blankets to go see a movie. I vividly recall one night when, after the movie was over and we were in a slow moving line heading out, her ancient car broke down.