PEAKIN’ AT THE BEACON


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Good and Greasy, Goes Down Easy at Spartanburg’s Legendary Beacon Drive-In


by Michael Buffalo Smith The Beacon Drive-In has been a part of my life for as long as I can re-


member. In fact, I still harbor a memory of one fall evening. Mom and Dad, my sister and I had gone to J.M Fields on Reidville Road on one of those rare and magical occasions where Dad had a little money. He had let Patsy and me pick out a couple of toys. I know I had a model car (although it may have been a plastic model kit of Superman or Batman, I forget) and one of those punch out” books of Disney’s The Sword & The Stone.” (Poor boy ac- tion figures.) As an added treat, Dad drove the station wagon over to the Beacon, where we parked and were waited on by one of the car hops. I must have been six years old. The man took our order and hustled it back to the car in no time flat, placing the window tray in Daddy’s window. That was my first ever Beacon cheeseburger. It would not be my last.


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