My friends immediately took me down to Kelly’s in Westport where we scarfed (remember the word “scarfed”? Righteous!) 25 Cent beers all night. Many weekends later, deep in my cups as I staggered out into a summer night, I saw, what looked like a Confederate Soldier in the window on the second floor.
He’s still there.
Some years later, a Union Soldier must have been added. Elliot, who has worked the front bar at Kelly’s and been in Pat and Kyle Kelly‘s employ for 8 years, tells me it’s been there since he started. Bushwhackers in need of Red Leg dollars have seen the advantages of lasting peace – at least over drinks. And with Missouri in the SEC, we should expect a Pax Romana period in Westport for the foreseeable future, right?
These pictures show Kelly’s flourishing in 1913, first as a grocery store catering to “high end clientele.” The staff looks like they somebody just told ’em “America’s Pub” was moving to Westport. This shot from the street is included, because in front of what would one day later become “Johnny Dare’s,” is Craig Glazer‘s great grandfather’s convertible.
Those Glazers get up pretty early in the morning. Either that, or they just don’t go to bed.
I did this because while sending the picture to a buddy, I forgot how to spell “Hassock” and the spell checker on my phone, has no idea what a “Hassock” is so it couldn’t spell it either.
Obviously, if Harley’s phone number had been available he would have been the go-to authority on this problem. Some day.. Anyway, turns out Hasssocks were a really cool piece of furniture. Your dad put his feet on it while he watched Walter Cronkite cipher the day’s events, drank a “hiighball” and chain smoked Chesterfields. The top flipped up. My brother never liked it as much as I did because I could just about stuff him all the way in there until he was about 6. Those were the days.