Who cares if it's midnight, get up and come see!

Send us Fan MailGoing to Panama City Beach back in the early 70's was just plain cool, and a ton of fun.  Life back then was much simpler, and we had no thoughts or worries about being hit by a car, mugged, or accosted by some pervert.  We walked at night for miles to get to the Miracle Strip.  We ate hotdogs are Wiener King, we rode every ride a dozen times, and played Skee-Ball until our dang arms felt like they were going to fall off.  But as a young fella full of mischief, and being pals with other buddies equally full of mischief, the environment was ripe to get into trouble, or see things at night one wasn't likely see in Butler GA.  What Billy Mac and me saw that night was well worth beating on a room door waking up Mrs. Smith and begging Todd to come out and see.