Yesterday I was driving around town and saw many signs for a Friday fish fry. It brought back memories from growing up in Buffalo. My father was a catholic so when I was a kid, we did not eat meat on Fridays. This was long before the church decided it was okay to eat meat on Fridays. I remember the whole family would go to a tavern owned by a relative for fried fish. Even Gertrude went with us. It was a fun time to get together. But I hated fried fish! I am not sure what I ate but it was not fish. May be a tuna fish sandwich but not cod, halibut or whatever they decided to fry. The memories that come back to this old lady’s mind still amaze me. A simple sign and I am back to being a kid.
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