My mom tells me that when she first moved to the Pomona Valley with my father, the Valley Drive In was one of the first places she can remember him taking her to. The giant screen was backed by a huge mural featuring a California mission scene and laced with 2500 feet of neon. If that wasn't enough to attact movie goers, there was also a playgound and a zoo featuring a collection of monkeys and chimps. The last time I can remember going there was the night of November 22, 1963. After a long day of watching JFK assassination coverage, my parents were ready to get away from the TV. I can't remember what was playing.