When I was young (early 80s,) my grandfather owned movie theaters and a drive-in as well. Its long gone now, as is my grandfather, but I have great memories of them both.
I used to sit in the ticket booth with my grandmother and help sell tickets if she took a shift, watch the films get loaded into the projecter (projector?) and I loved spreading my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag out in the back of the family’s station wagon for a night of “ET” or some other flick.
I had the exquisite luck to be the owner’s granddaughter, which allowed me the run of the candy counter. (Little kid, big counter, think Willie Wonka.) My grandfather was a WWII pilot who walked with a shuffle after being shot down over the Mediterranean sea (and a handsome ladies man right up until the end) and was especially indulgent with me and my requests.
Visit to a Drive-In: totally worth doing.