Poop Deck!
One of the precious handful of seawall relics that have somehow managed to survive the wrecking ball (not to mention record storm surges and hurricane-force winds).
I can still remember the old Poop Deck tavern from many a childhood vacation, as we passed it by strolling along Seawall Boulevard.
And it only took me another thirty-five years and a relocation to Seattle, Washington to finally figure out what a "poop deck" actually is. (You can imagine my working definition in all those intervening years.) I’m a quick study, clearly.
"Where Elite Meet in Bare Feet"
Worse, though, I’ve never even been in the darned thing, to this very day! (Hello, Cindy? You promised!)
So anyway, yes, that’s our Lady of Liberty, right up there on the deck—because, well, maybe she’s pooped. (Hey, I would be, holding up that torch all day long.) In any case, this side of Ellis Island, a more noble venue she could not grace.
Coming soon, the skinny—with a nod to Bill Cherry—on the historic Poop Deck watering hole, a great old Galveston landmark.
Cheers!
