The degree of familiarity was next level eerie. EVERYTHING WAS THE EXACT SAME. The beach's main drag has not been touched since I was 10 years old. [Tangent: Neither had most of the place. The pier still featured the exact same 80s beeping and booping Space Invaders game and I'll wager a lot of those coconut monkeys in the souvenir shops have sat on the shelves since the first Bush administration.] It was like going to visit a old-timey attraction where they talk in pioneer speak and want everything to look untouched by society/technology. Everything there is circa 1988. Because we went in the off-season, everything was also closed and deserted which always adds an extra level of Twilight Zone to the mix.
One the same day we hit up Dale's Junkyard, Jamie and I decided to cruise around and take pictures. [Tangent: Pardon the wonkiness, I took them out the window, sometimes whilst moving so its a wonder they came out at all. Also I was just finishing up reading Rae's latest blog about signs in Memphis, when it reminded me that I needed to write this...so thanks Rae for the unintentioanl reminder.]
|This is one of the few signs that had been repainted|
|I used to love this ice cream shop, but something tells me Kitchen Nightmares would have a field day.|
|poor faceless fisherman|
Because I grew up there, the original fixtures give me the warm fuzzies. Because I spent much of my youth at that mini golf course, I find the simplicity and lack of modern tourist traps kind of charming, but if I was 10 years old at Holden today...I would probably be bummed. Let's face it, this waterpark just isn't cutting edge anymore.