The shack at the end of Pier 9, Waterport, drawn the way the old souvenir shirts were - two inks, one badge, worn at the edges. Betsy-Lou is out the door with a plate, Earl is holding the awning up with a pole because the post gave out again, a sea lion is working the plate with its eyes, and the gull on the piling has seen all of it before. The R fell off the sign years back and nobody has put it up, so the place has read SAND BAR AND GILL ever since. Small marquee on the chest, the whole place across the back.