"Prior to tunnel/I-64 we took ferries, recall (Cap'n Bill's) Trail's End: pot-bellied stove, sardine-can ashtrays,
peanut shells/old hardwood floor, sheep outside to trim the grass; ka-ching, bodda-bing go the endorphins!"
"Prior to tunnel/I-64 we took ferries, recall (Cap'n Bill's) Trail's
End: pot-bellied stove, sardine-can ashtrays,
peanut shells/old hardwood floor, sheep outside to trim the grass; ka-ching,
bodda-bing go the endorphins!"
<== Click the wallpaper icon, if you'd like "desktop Trail's Inn" or just to be able to read what the signs say! Our Dad took us to Trails End on Sunday afternoons and we still remember it as a warm, welcoming place. We didn't know just how warm & welcoming it was, and seriously doubt Dad knew: Bobby Lebby (who provided this image) tells us the upstairs was Norfolk's first private club, the "Pirate's Den". In the 40's before "Hef" came up with Playboy©, Pirate's Den waitstaff wore heels, fishnet stockings, black short-shorts (they didn't call 'em hotpants yet), and low-cut red puff-sleeved blouses with black shoulder sashes. Bunny ears? Sounds more like Buccaneers!
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