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Oh God.
I went to high school in a small town just north of there. Corpus Christi was where we went (mid to late 90s) because it was The Big City and More Fun than Aransas Pass.
It will come as no damn surprise that I moved out of that cesspit the very morning after high school graduation. The car was packed when I put on my cap and gown, and at 8 am the morning after the graduation lock-in I was on the road to Austin. I’ve returned a few times to visit friends and try to convince them to leave, leave, leave. They never do. I think there’s something in that place that ties and devours the soul, bite by bite.
Sunrise Mall was always (read: since 1992) a sad place, Padre Staples was rather better, but for anyone who knows Austin, it’s like Northcross Mall now. Sunrise was like that before; I understand it’s even worse now.
I’d gone back to Port Aransas to take some friends to the beach I’d remembered so well. That was about six years ago…you could feel the blight even then, even if you’d never been there. It inspired some interesting conversation:
“I think this is bleak.”
“No no, this is just grim. Bleak is a few miles up, trust me.”
“My God, this land is so… it looks like a 3D renderer without anything built yet.”
And the beach itself… I can imagine going to the beach in Communist Russia, if Communist Russia had beaches, was like that. Grey skies, grey water, grey sand, brown scudge kicked up from a storm out to sea and stinking up the beach. We threw it at each other.
When I went last summer for my high school reunion… urgh. It was worse than I had remembered. Everything seems to be disintegrating. The aquarium was worth going to – the dolphin show and the birds-of-prey show were good examples of their type, though the aquarium’s exhibits pretty much haven’t changed to my memory.
The whole city just reminds me of an old woman with Alzheimer’s in a nursing home with a family that never visits. Tired, failing, waiting to die. 
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I’m originally from Houston, and only made it to Corpus Christi twice in my life–both times because the Navy sent me. (It had the nearest Navy base to Houston.) Anyway, I agree–what a bleak place.