He and his elementary school buddies slipped through the broken fence of  the 128^th  and Halsted Street drive-in theater just behind LuArt’s Drive-In famous for their Italian sausage sandwiches. They shoved the slats aside, came in and put them back in place.  They sat on the hard stones in front of the cars in the darkness just beyond the light of the screen.  They watched Warren Beatty and Natalie Wood kissing splendorously on soft lush grass but as he sat on those hard stones, he couldn’t stop thinking of Brigitte Bardot, her pouty lips and perky breasts from last week’s movie.  The boys got some popcorn at the concession stand and when they couldn’t stand the hard stones on their butts any longer they slipped back through the fence, replaced the slats and headed to Jack’s house for the rest of the Friday night pajama party where they would dance to Elvis Presley songs played on Cliff’s cool, little, green, portable 45 rpm record player.