I watched with interest the piece you have on the 20th anniversary of the closing of Chase Field. Watching it made me think back of the wonderful times I had there – the bowling alley, the hobby shop, friends who lived there. We had a close family friend who ran the simulators, and, sometimes late at night, he would let me come in and fly them. I had more simulator time than some of my ROTC buddies who went to flight school there.
I remember my dad talking about the fight the community was putting up to keep the base closed, and how they were screwed by their own politicians. I grew up in Navy towns, and I consider Beeville to be my hometown. I’ve been back a few times, mostly for high school reunions. I know they say you can never go home again, but it saddens me whenever I drive by the old Chase Field and see prisons. (A few of them are stocked with criminals I have put there). My beloved hometown has changed from a Navy town to a prison town, with all that that implies.