(3/28/24)

I’m pretty sure that a majority of my relatives met their spouses while working at Long John Silvers. I guess you could say that the Brown family owes LJS a great deal of gratitude. I never liked it there. My mom is from Delaware, and she always taught me that good seafood is never landlocked. When I was a kid my grandma would always take me to the De Kalb LJS to pick up my cousin from work. She would order a couple slabs of bright yellow meat from the drive-thru and I would grimace as she dipped them into a plastic drink lid full of tarter sauce. The LJS in De Kalb was so weathered that the yellow exterior was reduced to an off-white. When my cousin, Cody, got in the car, he smelt like a fish fry mixed with a sweat shop.

I went through a LJS drive-thru today for the first time in forever. Caleb needed to get fish for lent, and I guess LJS still manages to outclass a Filet-O’-Fish. Catholics are so weird. My parents were never very religious, so the whole God       thing never made the most sense to me. But I just cannot imagine God ever commanding me to go to Long John Silvers. Don’t tell Caleb that, I’ve heard of what those Catholics got up to in the crusades. Crazy shit.

~clancy