I returned there today and purchased a camouflage t-shirt emblazoned with the saloon’s name — and its lighthouse-like image.
First of all, allow me to say: I’ve never owned anything camo. This is a first for me. And it makes me proud. Tomorrow I buy a bright orange baseball cap advertising chainsaws.
But the Salty Dawg was the first bar in which I ever hung out. (They served me a Coke when I was thirteen.) It has a sawdust floor.
The sawdust is, I believe, supposed to soak up spilled beer and spilled blood. There are dollar bills on every available inch of wall and floor space.
It’s been there for fifty years, in Homer Spit, Alaska. God bless it — I hope it lasts another fifty.