FLETC, or flea tick as pronounced by the locals was in beautiful Brunswick, GA. when I went through the BP academy in 1982, May-Sept. The smell of the pulp mill as we ran, the no see-ums boring into my body, and the 110% humidity and 90+ temps sure help me remember my summer vacation down there.
What got lots of the native Spanish speakers was the rules of grammar in the written portions of Spanish course, and spelling. They could speak it to beat the band, but couldn't write it and that cost more than a few of them on our weekly Spanish tests.
Pam's was the go to place when I was there, they would actually send vans to pick you up at the dorms and bring our inebriated selfs home at closing time, and in those days 90% of us didn't have our vehicles down there. Lots of interesting cop memorabilia on the walls. I was always fascinated by the door off the BP vehicle with the bullet holes in it and the hanging broken harpoon, an unkind reference to the size of some of the women that frequented Pams', FLETC bunnies as it were.
Sally's, or Saigon Sally's as it was usually called was a little hole in the wall out the alternate gate that sold agency trinkets and various clothing articles with embroidered emblems and such, you could also get some of that type of stuff at the FLETC express on the base. I'm not surprised that Sally's moved to Artesia, FLETC was a gold mine for them.
I spent 5 years in the BP in sunny EL Centro, CA., and the next 26 years in various INS/CBP job titles, finally retiring last May. FLETC and your BP class number (mine was 148) were the mile stones in your career and placed you in the history of the agency. I'm old school BP/INS and enjoyed my time for the most part, but it's changed dramatically, the cry of all retired folks everywhere I suppose.
Take care...