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At the age of 18 I was a 4th Infantry Division rifleman in the invasion of Normandy, then later was called back for the Korean War. Put in a couple of years as a Pinkerton detective. Much of my life was spent as a newspaper reporter, sports writer and daily columnist. Published three books on high school sports in Ohio and Indiana. I write mystery fiction for Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine and others. Three books, Normandy 1944 - A Young Rifleman's War, The Hoosier Hot Shots, and From Devout Catholic to Communist Agitator are now available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other booksellers. So are four collections of short mysteries: Jack Eddy Stories Volumes 1 and 2, Midland Murders, and The Rough Old Stuff From Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Raw Fish? Forget it!

Had lunch at the Chinese restaurant down the street today and my fortune cookie sure hit the nail on the head. I read it aloud, of course: You modesty will shame those with lesser knowledge.
This resulted in hysterical laughter from Jackie. Along with being unseemly behavior in public, this was an annoying lack of acceptance of the obvious. Far be it from me to toot my own horn, but how can anyone argue with a fortune cookie?
One aggravating thing about the Chinese restaurant, which also is a Japanese restaurant, is the Sushi bar. Every seat is always taken and I find it hard to believe that so many people willingly eat raw fish. Jackie pointed out that they also serve gin, beer and Irish whiskey so it is no different than any other bar. I explained why she was wrong about that: The taverns I have patronized all my life place bowls of pretzels or potato chips on the bar, not raw fish. At Frosty Miller's or the Town Club that could have resulted in a riot.
Also aggravating are the placemats in the restaurant. They show pictures of all the different kinds of raw fish you can get at the Sushi bar. Someone should tell the proprietors that no one wants to look at that stuff while trying to enjoy their chop suey or egg foo yung. Along with the colorful pictures of disgusting items is an inscription: "Art you can eat."
Art? Pictures of nauseating raw fish qualify as art? If so, I'm just glad I've never been an artsy-fartsy, namby-pamby type of guy. As Archie Bunker once said, "Give me some red-blooded American food like pizza."


Blogger STAG said...

Pizza. With anchovies?

In Italy, the anchovies were raw. Or rather lightly toasted by the oven. Hmmmm...come to think of it, it was pretty much like herrings on an admittedly cheesy toast.

7:49 PM  

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