Here is the Chowder Interlude

I was told we needed two pounds of haddock. I scanned the impressive display of fish on ice and didn’t notice the man standing to my right until I heard him ask for two pounds of haddock. The delight I felt as he voiced my yet unspoken need!

“I’m making chowder,” he explained to the fishmonger.

I was, too.

The fishmonger was hard of hearing. The man said he was, too.