Find A Way To Save The Day

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This husband and I…

Had an in depth…intellectual conversation…on why restaurants no longer serve…whole catfish…he finds it baffling…as he remembers those days…where catfish were the thing…and honestly…this old gal has to agree…back in the day little me fished for catfish…learned to skin catfish…and went to catfish fries…

Remember one time in the 1960s…attended a neighborhood fry with that mother of mine…picnic tables all around…fish smells filling the air…

Suddenly there was a commotion…and a shout of…Chuck has swallowed a fish bone…wide eyed little me watched…as white t-shirted Chuck…turned blue in the face…trying to fight that bone…

Several old grannies…donned in granny dresses…aprons around their waist…began barking orders…have him eat a piece of bread…someone get a piece of bread…HE NEEDS TO EAT…A PIECE…OF BREAD…

And so it was…this husband of mine declaring he was hungry for whole catfish…again…and would fry his own…his willing bride…joining in the feast…only to find on first bite…a bone…so cleverly hidden…

And suddenly she knew…why no restaurant…would want to serve whole catfish…

But of course…if this old gal just happened to be…in that catfish serving eatery…she could pull a Doogie Howser…and save the day…with a shout of…a fish bone…get some bread…he needs to eat…some bread…
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And Chuck…whoever he was…would agree…