The late summer sun is setting on the southeast Texas peninsula beach getaway known as Crystal Beach. Famously detailed in Hayes Carll’s early work and vividly in Guy Clark’s “South Coast of Texas”, it is a rough patch of land with a rough patch of characters attempting to alter its image. Post-last hurricane, it is cleaning things up and attempting to go (somewhat) upscale. It hasn’t lost all of its white trash charm yet though. For example, one observation I noted while spending time on the public beaches where they allow parking and cruising right on the water, was that seemingly every confederate flag that had been removed in South Carolina had relocated to the surprisingly clean sand of Crystal Beach. In the shadows of multi-million dollar and $500,000 beach condos it was an odd, continual sight. Not saying it’s right or wrong…just odd.
Upon arrival at our weekend lodging, I found it flooded it out due to a cleaning mishap and the harried, white haired owner covered in soaked clothes scrambling to clean it up. As I parked and exited my car, he hollered at me, “You the one ‘sposed to stay here?” After an uneasy affirmative reply, he shouted over the sound of shopvacs and chaos that it was going to be unusable and that I should immediately head to the property management office to see if they could help me out. I rambled up to the office, down the road in the nicest strip mall on … Keep Reading