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  5. Night had just fallen yet nothing stirred besides a few waterfront joggers. I did pass one redneck sports bar on the way out of town but no dance floors straddling the brimstone void. Down around Biloxi Pretty girls are dancing in the sea They all look like sisters in the ocean Boy will fill his pale with salty water And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans.

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    I drove past several nondescript beach towns before I reached Biloxi, apparently also a place of childhood whimsy for Buffett. This time, though, I was fully prepared for the glut of casinos choking the view. After passing through a glut of neon, I was pleased to find the Bilxoi Lighthouse had been resurrected.

    Not that that had been much of a feat. The structure is only about 3 stories high and, unlike most short lighthouses which tend to be broad based, it is skinny and built to scale, looking more like a large birthday candle than a small lighthouse.

    After the storm, three dudes in Ram pickups probably wandered by, jumped out, and tipped the thing back up. No worries. I immediately jogged across the road. The atmosphere evokes a fun and festive Caribbean vibe and the food is high quality for a beach dive. Settling at the bar with a contented sigh, I ordered a beer and chatted with locals. The kid who took my order was new and overwhelmed, but he was trying and the chaos and delay fit the island vibe. The raw oysters that finally did arrive were plump and flavorful and the horseradish pure enough to singe my nostrils.

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    The fish sandwich that followed was so fresh it jumped off my plate and scurried back towards the sea as I chased it down. Life was good. The next morning I continued west along the coast. It was nice that most development was restricted to the side of the road opposite the beach allowing you to drive along the shore, but ocean walls were evident and industrial scars frequent.

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    Otherwise, it was just flat and featureless stretches of sand. Florida manages to create an illusion of reality with their re-nourished beaches, but this coast looked man-made. I traversed the entire coast and crossed Bay St.

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    Louis, the western boundary of the Mississippi shore, with nary a breakfast spot in sight.