I can always conjure up the smell of the Old Pier, Bones Pier. The smell of creosote, sun baked shrimp, salt air, bacon and eggs and sea gull poop somehow created a very welcoming odor. I saw many a sunrise there in my youth. My granddad and I could turn three dozen live shrimp into a dozen big seatrout in a hour or so. Old Man Bones was quite a character too. Simpler times they were. Yep.