completely forgotten its hospitality role, offering good food at one end of the needs spectrum to the prurient at the other.
But perhaps the biggest void of all in the sailor‘s life, especially those of us who were not career seamen, was the lack of ―home‖, so now the story turns towards the Club Jupiter.
In English we have a defining term for certain small businesses; ―Mom and Pop‖. I am totally handicapped when it comes to speaking the language of the Americas, Spanish, but I‘ll bet they have a similar expression. It denotes far more than size and ownership. It speaks of warmth, meeting needs, and may I even add (in the purest sense), love. Club Jupiter was such an establishment. Sure it was a bar, but it was a decent one and ―Mom and Pop‖ were decent people. I don‘t recall how some of us found our way to this friendly door since walking there took us past the more ribald establishments, but drop anchor there we did.
Mom and Pop (Oh, to be able to enhance this photo and add names)