1 hour ago, heidih said:Fishmongers! Treasures. More valued than boyfriends. My first taught me to debone trout. A life lesson I still use 40 or so years later,
Side story. Many years ago I locked myself out of my car while parking behind my local super. I went into the fish department, closest to the door, and asked the fishmonger if he could help me break in. He brought out a long flexible boning knife and proceeded to do a fair number on the rubber window fittings before finally springing the lock.
My husband shook his head and reminded me that this man had been a prisoner of war from Italy, held at the Presidio here during WWII, Didn't bust out of the brig then, nor into cars since.
ETA Here is a story of a similarly imprisoned Italian who married a relative-in-law. Sweet.
