Dear Court st.,
You were the place not to go, getting out of bootcamp in 1981 our drill instructors warned us about it, well thats a big mistake or maybe it was reverse psychology and they were trying to tell us where the memories were. Anyways before I ever set foot in Lejeune a bunch of us met at the airport and ended up at a bar in the middle of the day and it turned out to be on Court st. I spent a lot of time and money there got in a couple of fights and watched some good friends fall in love with the "buy me drinkie" oriental girls in the lower end.
There was also a fair share of night ladies walking around and I made a flip comment while walking behind one and she turned around and belted me in the chops, man I loved that place. I also got grabbed one night by some holy rollers that would try to make you get saved and being 15 drinks in there was no saving me.
My friend and I went back a few years ago for the Beirut memorial and sadly court st. had died, I think it happened when the drinking age went up, poor kids have no idea what could have been. I hardly recognized the place except for the street sign. Court st. R.I.P. Jerry K '81-'85