I remember dancing at Butler's Store (now the Red Bar) to the juke box, carving our initials into the wooden booths there, watching guys jump out the back windows into the sand dunes if a fight began. There was no place to eat, but you might get a hotdog with no expiration date at Butler's--out of the same cooler where they kept the live bait. We had to go up to the Bay to Chapman's for fish. The dunes were huge then! There were tons of shrimp and blue crabs in the inlet to Western Lake when it was open. Little posses of children ran all over Grayton, spending the night at whichever house they grew sleepy at and no one worried. People walked the streets with Dixie cups in their flip-flops, visiting at each house. Sometimes we'd sneak off to The Hangout at Panama City Beach, where you could meet people from more exotic places...like Texas. Those were the days. But we have a lot of nice things and people that we didn't have back then. The more things change, the more they stay the same.