The remains of dry cornstalks wave in the breeze along a winding road in Pungo, behind a brick one-story, next to a white frame house.

Back in the 1930s, if you traveled here, you'd see farm fields that stretched for miles in all directions. This was a rural part of a rural county, but this patch of Princess Anne Road, in what is now southern Virginia Beach, was different.

It had a baseball stadium.

They jammed into the passageway, surrounded on three sides by the saltwater's murky depths.

Cocktails in hand, the partygoers in holiday dresses and Christmas ties resembled passengers on an aquatic subway. Glass on either side and overhead separated them from the sea creatures making their way through the enormous tank.

The guests buzzed with excitement, and some fanned themselves in the sticky air.