Joey “The Fish” Beluga said the last time he saw Y Town Bob he was “as healthy as a squirrel in a walnut tree”. I drove to the the old shipyard at Valhalla Cove. Back when the internet was a steampunk fantasy of Niki Tesla’s, Valhalla Cove was a robust shipping center. But Big Dog Industries had built a modern harbor to the north and businesses and individuals of a darker nature settled in like sludge in a fishing boat’s bilge. I drove past Bjorn’s Bar & Grill, a joint that tried to persuade Yovites it was trendy to go slumming, and past Loki’s Lookout, a quaint bar (perfect for marine themed tattoos, cheap liquor and cheaper women) that was held together with pieces of corrugated metal, discarded marine hardware, and fading hopes. Sven’s Svedish Ships was the last semi-reputable establishment before reaching the piers. I got out and scouted the foggy, sagging docks and piers using liberal doses of Old Noob Kentucky Bourbon and Itsaboy cigars as smelling salts.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 20:41:03 +0000
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