Drive-In at Sunset

Nineteen seventy-nine, and waiting-
Life had largely passed me by
Finally I started dating
My last year of senior high

I, an antisocial creature
Rarely came out of my pen;
Took a date to see a feature
Film, down at the old drive-in

Like to say we steamed the windshield
But instead we had a fight
Out there in the cars in that field
On a muggy April night

Only time I ever “Drove-In”
It was no fun in the end
Drive-Ins died before I dove in
But they could come back again

What’s “high tech” is always fleeting
What’s on the up or downswing:
But I guess it bears repeating
Drive-Ins, once, were quite the thing

A Project We Worked On


Way back in the 80’s
I worked for D.O.D.,
And daily witnessed something
I no way could foresee

Would one day be all over.
I bet you’ll never guess:
 We worked on what would one day be
Known as the “G.P.S.”

Global – well, because it is,
Positioning – what it does;
Satellite – kind of makes it work
That’s all it is or was.

Just one project of many
Can’t say much more about it:
Here’s to the mighty G.P.S –
We’d all be lost without it