By Michael Reschke
As soon as you walk up to the concession stand, you can hear him. It’s about 11:15 p.m. and the night’s first feature at the Starlite Drive-In has just ended, but Mark Freeman’s second act has just begun.
Some people in line laugh. Others aren’t sure what pickle pops are or why the man in the hat behind the counter feels the need to yell about them.