It must’ve been much nicer, much more fun back then, though.
I’d heard about the place from my folks and others their age, who took bus trips down south and stopped at S.O.B. to shop. They all raved about it.
So, a couple of years ago, when my kids and I passed all those signs, I was expecting something quite different. Instead, it was empty and run down.
At one point, though, I was driving around a section of motel rooms. An older man smiled at me, pointed at the door of his room, and said, “I would never stay anywhere else.”
So, it seems S.O.B. is very nostalgic for many people. Every city or state has a place like that, that some people see as special, just because of the memories there.
My father reveled in his cheapskatedness. We bought generic everything. Never Oreos...hydrox were even too expensive. We got store brands. (Dad says he was a child of the depression but his father did well for himself. So these were his own demons )
A fancy-dan place ( to him) like SOB meant expensive to him.