Another memorable date, another Friday night, another week later… May 11, 1979.  I had been granted permission to go out on the Friday night following the prior Friday night’s drunken debacle, and this time Roxy, Joe, and Susan stopped by my house to pick me up to head over to the Morrisville Drive-In to view George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead sequel, Dawn of the Dead.  On the way there, we picked up Ed Wagner (this is where I believe I saw the rhododendrons in purple bloom somewhere along Pennsylvania Avenue.)  To be honest, I don’t remember a lot about the night; I think it was a triple feature, and I do recall riding shotgun on the way there as well as during the movies.  I vaguely remember visiting the snack bar, and probably the men’s room, and at one point I know I was sitting in the driver’s seat (I only have two words: tootsie pop) and before I knew it the movies were all done, it was nearly 2:00 AM, and I was in a whole new world of trouble.  Not for being drunk or high, but rather just because it was so late.  I ended up being grounded for the following Friday, and very nearly the Friday after that, but we’ll get to those dates soon enough.