I'd have to Google to give you the full context of the story ... it was after one of the hurricanes hit the Ft. Morgan, Mobile area in the '80's.
There was a house I rented for two weeks, "About Time" was the name. Rented/managed by Meyer, I want to say? Can't quite remember. Point being, it was one of the few that survived and was in front of the new dunes.
A wrap around porch, covered in fake grass. BUT, it was also a nine hole putting course. (I was driving a Camry at the time...one of the first with the keypad door locks...Bose system. Loved that car.) Yes. I was golfing. (The car thing is useless info.)
We took two cases of Tequila with us (dating a girl named Debbie at the time, she was in the Mexican restaurant business in Memphis; still is.) Two weeks of drinking margaritas at a beach house. Literally, morning to night.
I had a raft/float deal that looked a lot like the one posted below...could walk about a quarter of the mile down the beach, swim out about 100 yards or so, and crack a beer. By the time I was back on shore it was right in front of the house.
I can't remember the name of the grocery store right there on the main drag...I say that, just to point this out. We didn't need to go the store after one run. We spent around $300 on food with the determination we aren't going to the store in the next two weeks (failed.)
White sand. Clear water. All of that...and that's not the best part of that two week stretch.
I saw four people when we were at the house. Four.
@Brandon Van de Graaff has a thread about spots you'd be for a month and be comfortable over on the non sports board.
My best memory of Bama is right there. Four people.
And I grew up there...went to school there...