When I was traveling to TX, I could see the vestiges of the old laws. One restaurant had us sign up to join the "club" and gave us cards before we could be served alcohol. My old boss used to joke that you could tell whether it was a dry county by looking at the size of the parking lot of the First Baptist Church.

I also remember being in the Outer Banks of NC, staying in Avon, which was on a dry island. In a way, it was good- the place wasn't built up and prices were cheaper. You didn't have the traffic you had in Nags Head. But when I visited with my now ex-husband, who liked his liquor a little too much, it was a pain to do liquor runs up to the next island.