Koolau
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Growing up we never ate out until my mom went to work when I was 12. How do you know it’s Friday in Wisconsin? You are eating a fish fry at the local bar and probably can see some old fat guy’s butt crack sitting at the bar. Fine dining).
Ah, yes. Our family was one of the few protestant families in a neighborhood that had grown up around a huge Roman Catholic church. Every day, there were streams of the faithful walking to morning mass. I woke up to the bells and knew it was time for lunch when the bell music began at noon. Good memories. It was sad when I had friends in Kindergarten who went to parochial school the next year.
All the school cafeterias in town had fish on Friday. I took a dislike to fish - of course, until I moved to the Islands and realized fish weren't all fishy and breaded and soaked in grease. What a revelation.
Thanks for the memories - mostly good.