I remember as a kid going to the Fort Drive Inn at the bottom of Alstat's hill (Prob spelled wrong). It was treat. We pull in, pay the money (maybe even hiding behind the seat) then put that big, clunky speaker on the window and roll it up. If we were good enough, Dad would go to the concession stand and bring back snacks. Those were the days. That drive inn eventually became the Harpers … [Read more...]