The Crescent Club

This place is as old as my family. Used to hang out there with the parents when I was kid - when there was a dredged canal and an old rowdy 'horseshoe pit' out back. The back lot is now for parking, but the original building is still goin' strong.

My visits always remind me of an old buddy who passed this year. A great writer and a southern gentleman with soul. It was always his place - when living or visiting in town.  In fact, he wrote about it frequently. The Crescent Club had that type of character.  I miss David T. Warner.  And, I miss him sitting there.