After parties got out of hand, refuge at Villa Capri

I was five. The year was '55. I don't know just what was in the works in the Lege, but whatever it was, my mom and my aunt thought it expedient not to have their families in the Commodore Perry where their husbands and their cronies operated their 'hospitality' suites. We relocated to the Villa Capri which had not only a better pool, but a good reason to cart over to Youngblood's or the Nighthawk instead of waiting endless hours for mediocre room service.

Well, the VC went the way of 19th Street and then on to demolition, but that's the way of the world. At least Scholz's and the Tavern are still with us.

S