Glad to read everyone’s comments about the Morris Plains Drive-In. My older brother – who turned 67 today, sister, and I all worked there in the 70s. I started in 1974, picking up the parking lot garbage in the morning (snack bar trash, beer bottles, and the occasional condom). Then I got to work with my siblings in the snack bar. The popcorn was ok, pizza not too terrible, soda had too much syrup, and hamburgers and hot dogs that didn’t sell were kept for up to 3 days. Didn’t know the Dolands – probably before my time. Our manager was good guy named Jim; I think his last name was Girardo. The projectionist was an affable guy named Jules who didn’t hear too well after years of working in that loud booth. Now, two college degrees and many years in hi-tech later, I have to say working at the MPDI was more interesting than most of what I do for work today.
Glad to read everyone’s comments about the Morris Plains Drive-In. My older brother – who turned 67 today, sister, and I all worked there in the 70s. I started in 1974, picking up the parking lot garbage in the morning (snack bar trash, beer bottles, and the occasional condom). Then I got to work with my siblings in the snack bar. The popcorn was ok, pizza not too terrible, soda had too much syrup, and hamburgers and hot dogs that didn’t sell were kept for up to 3 days. Didn’t know the Dolands – probably before my time. Our manager was good guy named Jim; I think his last name was Girardo. The projectionist was an affable guy named Jules who didn’t hear too well after years of working in that loud booth. Now, two college degrees and many years in hi-tech later, I have to say working at the MPDI was more interesting than most of what I do for work today.