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. Read the rest of this entry »



