Angela has four older brothers in Nova Scotia who are all lobster
She tells a story about getting sick and tired of lobster sandwiches
in school while the rich kids had peanut butter.
Yep, one of the few things we could afford to eat when I had two stripes and
was stationed in Anchorage was king crab. Fifty cents a pound. USDA "good"
(bet you've never seen grade that low) hamburger in the commissary was twice
that hand half fat.