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“Hey, you remember the Fort drive-in?”

My brother, Bryant, cracked open a beer after his boys had gone to bed and continued the grown-up version of “Storytime,” a bedtime tradition he had begun both for my benefit and for theirs.

“Sure, that place was awesome.” I immediately remembered the crisp salt tang smell of popcorn. We had spent many a summer at the Fort, with its options of indoor or outdoor…