One evening, my grandmother was called into work at Wright Patterson AirForce base. She gave my brother $10 for us to go eat dinner at the Melodee Diner in her little town in Ohio. It had one stop light.
I was about 10.
I had the shrimp dinner.
A few hours later my grandmother loaded me into the back seat of her Pontiac and rushed me to Wright Patt....where the flight surgeon pumped my stomach. Of course that was hours too late. I didn't die - just wished I was going to.
Oh, she had a few words with that diner! (I think. She made us wait in the car.)
Stig
one of the reasons I like where I live in NH, fresh seafood, several friends that fish for a living, mostly lobster. Fish market in town, owner drives down to Gloucester, MA every morning 4am to pick up yesterday's catch, never know what kind of fish he will have in the market today, but he tries to always have lobster, scallops and some kind of white fish, cod, haddock, pollock, sometimes shark or tuna. Yesterdays fish taste great today, but tomorrow might not
