Fifty years will change your world

I received a notification last week that said I was invited to my 50th high school reunion. 50th! How is it possible that I am that old? 
In that length of time so many things have changed. The brick schoolhouse where I attended high school is no more. The building was used for administrative offices for awhile before it was torn down. A bright new school was built on the rear of the property.
There was a valley between the old high school and the elementary school. I signed up to work in the elementary lunchroom, mostly for the free lunches. Every day I would make the trek between the two buildings. It was a nice break between classes. 
Many other things have changed during the years. For instance, when was the last time you saw a phone booth? Where does Clark Kent change his clothes now? I wonder if he has his Superman clothes underneath his work clothes. What does he do with his clothes once he has changed them? Why did he choose a phone booth when most of the ones I have seen have no privacy at all? So many questions, so few answers.
Speaking of phone booths, I doubt if today’s youngsters will ever know the joy of an extra-long cord on an old black dial phone. They may never know the pleasure of stretching the cord to its limit so they can find a good place to put their feet on the wall in order to carry on a long and often pointless conversation.
Lunch counters also seem to have also disappeared. There was a time when lunch counters were everywhere. These are not to be confused with food courts. Lunch counters were just that, a counter that could be straight or U-shaped. They had swivel stools firmly attached to the floor. They popped up in different places such as drug stores and department stores. One of the uglier realities of that time was that many, if not most of these were segregated. That kind of open racism has thankfully gone into hiding. Instead, we hold our prejudices close and only voice them when we think we are in the company of people who hold the same opinions.
Root beer stands have also disappeared. There are a few here or there but most of them have retreated into the realm of “when I was young.” When my daughter was little, we would load up her and several of the neighbor children and, with their parent’s permission, haul the lot of them to the root beer stand. At that time, “baby” root beers were free. These were small mugs that held about a quarter cup or so of the fizzy drinks. The carhops would take our order and in no time we were all enjoying some of the best soft drinks around. Looking back, it is a wonder that nobody ever spilled their pop.
Drive-in movies are also on the list of things that are almost extinct. The only current drive-in that I know is the Melody 49 in Ohio. 
A drive-in was a giant parking lot with a screen at one end. There were posts holding speakers. Once we found a parking place we would hang a speaker on the window before watching a feature movie. The screen was larger than any of today’s televisions. The feature movie was followed by some of the worst B-movies ever made. If the shows were geared towards children, the kids were dressed in their pajamas at home as they would be asleep before the movie was over.
The main purpose of a drive-in was as a make-out place. It was dark, it was safe, and it was private. If things got out of hand, there were enough people around to take care of the matter.
A lot has changed since I was a teen. Some things were good, others, not so much. I wonder what the grandkids will reminisce about? I find it difficult to imagine that it has been a half century since I was in high school. Surely I can’t be that old. Can I?