Wow.
I remember all the I-95 billboard signs counting down the miles to South of the Border. For a bored kid in a car on 6-8 hour trip, the anticipation was unreal.
South of the border was the gateway. The beaches weren't that far away!
My dad would always stock up on Fireworks(on the way back), putting on the most spectacular shows for the neighbors over the neighborhood lake. Smuggling all that into Virginia where you couldn't buy quality fireworks, they weren't so much fireworks, as mortar rounds. Such is the life of a suburban outlaw.
