Just wandering through my fantasy world again: if I were working on one of those bottom fishing ships out there in wild ocean and being a processing ship of fish, you can bet my bottom dollar I would be eating halibut instead of rock fish. But there is a catch, the powers that be say. That this processing ship for fish has to throw away all of that wonderful fish called halibut, maybe some of them need more schoolin’. We force our business people to quit fishing, sell their boats, “Livelihood” and join the poverty line which our government is the greatest promoter of. Why not process this halibut on this processing ship and add it to the world’s food supply instead of “garbaging” it? Makes sense to me, but some days I may be some kind of a simpleton.
You could call it Salvaging Road Kill. I am very proud of the way Alaska salvages the moose that are killed on the highway. I learned about salvaging road kill way back in the 1930s, as living on a paved road and living on a farm, chickens are not known to be the brightest in the animal or fowl world. They would go out on that road and get killed by cars going by. My mother was one who salvaged food and as soon as we knew a chicken had been killed, we would gather it up and dress it out, there may be a few broken bones in it, but that is the way we treated one we killed for Sunday dinner.
Oh well, today’s people know nothing about hard times, but they will learn. Thank you. God Bless America, Vote-Vote-Vote.