“My parents ran a drive-in movie theater from the time I was born until I was seven years old. I went to the movies every night, since my parents couldn’t afford babysitters. My bed was the back window well of our old green Plymouth. My twin brother curled up on one half while I slept on the other, the tops of our heads nearly touching. Our older brother slept on the back seat below us. Just as dusk fell, they’d leave us there, well tucked in. My mother went to help with the snack bar while my father ran the projector…” - An excerpt of Rosie, Tom Sleigh’s memoir about his late mother. In Oldster Magazine.