Oh, yes, and wasn't it docked at the bridge? A deckhand with ship's privileges had some great parties there, and we never had to even cast off. From there, yes, across the bridge to Hart's or to the Port Cafe at midnight for grilled cowchips or to Whitten's for Frenchfries and Mrs. Whitten's baleful eye. I salvaged a chair from the dining room when Carla blew everything over the levee. Patti Ross Parker
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