Throw in a Couple Extra Shrimp
My Dad had a fish store when I was a teenager, in Union City, NJ. He had steady customers that would come from other states around the holidays just to buy his fish. Sometimes they waited an hour before he waited on them, but it didn’t matter to them. They knew he got up every day at 3:00AM just to go to the Fulton Fish Market in New York to get first pickings on the best and freshest, and know that he would settle for nothing less. He was one of the hardest working men I ever knew. He was also really smart. His scales were on the counter in full sight. Every time someone ordered a...
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