While I have been lurking around these boards for quite a while, hitting a thread about Quags made me actually log in.
I still miss the place terribly. Living 4.5 hours away, up in the mountains, I would sit in my kitchen with snow on the ground, sip a beer, close my eyes.....and there I would be walking up that narrow set of steps, past the shot glasses on the wall, the bar....and out on to the deck with the breeze....
It was my oasis, my Margaritaville, the reason the trip east was always faster than the trip west....
I missed the end and the auction by a week. The wife and I brought our new-born for his first beach trip (gotta start him early). While they were taking a nap, I rode out to the empty building in the amazingly empty lot. It was very sad.
Now all I have left is a copy of the jingle MP3 (which has made its way onto more than one Buffett/Marley/311/UB40 mix), a metric ton of plastic cups, the specials poster from the last year (taken off the men's room wall), and my Quags boat flag hanging off the ceiling like a championship pennant in an arena.
While I still love the Outer Banks, it just hasn't been the same.
As for Kirchmier and partners, I could say something rude about that six million dollars, but what good would it do.