I was talking to my dad on the phone. I try to pry some small detail of my life from both him and my mom when I can. I know I used to live in a world very different from the world I live in today. It was a world I saw from the back seat of the family Chevy.
I asked dad if we really ate whale when I was a kid.
"You bet we did. Ate it all the fucking time. Couldn't get it just anywhere, not like when I was a boy. Used to go to a butcher at 49th and Main."
It got harder to understand him as he talked. His mouth was filling with drool.
"It was the best meat money could buy my son. That would have been the late '60s, before the moratorium. If it wasn't for those cocksucking Japanese we would still be eating it today."
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