Good 10 years younger than most of you if not more. The only reason I like this old garbage is I used to get hauled to a beach bar in the 90s that randomly got stocked with early 80s arcade games. Other option was play pool on beat up tables and get screamed at about “don’t scratch the felt” or put quarters in the jukebox and get screamed at about “if you play another ---fracking--- Pink Floyd song I’m going to kick your ass.” Swell things to tell a 12 year old. Tempest it was.
On the other hand, they would let my grandfather bring in a traveler fifth of McCormick provided he bought a “bucket of ice.” He’d kill it and my 5’ grandmother would sit on a phone book and drive us home. The older I get the more I get it. They had a police scanner behind the bar and occasionally things would be whisked away and we’d all be told to shut the ---fudgesicle--- up. Every now and then someone would parade around a woman in the place that I now realize was a whore.
Enough time had passed that you didn’t immediately get out of the water and rub yourself with mineral oil to dissolve Mexican tar balls from their offshore leak in the 70s, but just barely enough time. We all had that mineral oil ready just in case.
It was an oyster shell beach so you wore closed toed shoes into the water. You’d make the mistake precisely once of going barefoot.
Coastal plains Texas are a weird place.