The daddy was there for the closing of The Chickee, and wrote this poem:
Last Call At The Chickee
Sunset at The Chickee
Once patrons from states far and near, countries familiar, dear,
sat under wide umbrellas and calmly chatted the noon away.
water from a fountain, waiting for an empty suit to
give the signal to bulldoze it all.
Once patrons eagerly embraced bartenders and smiled goodbyes