The Piney Vista | The Saturday Evening Post
Join The week of the big hurricane, remember? Barnett out there (go figure) in the chill, on the megaphone, voice crackling out through the dawn with a promise of glory ( Barbecue pork! Barbecue ribs! Barbecue beef!) as he trolls the neighborhood at the wheel of a Good Humor truck, thumps a curb, dodges a broken hydrant, crashes through a ( Free hot dogs! Free burgers!) spray of fallen branches on his merry way to, well, to nowhere in particular. One night only! Piney Vista Drive-In! Barbecue! Free barbecue! Who else would be ballsy enough to turn an act of God into a goddamn hootenanny? Wh...