Charlie the Tuna

It was the last Friday for 46 more weeks of the rule imposed of abstaining from meat.  I had started to wonder if this was one way to honor all those fishermen with whom Jesus hung out.  In a home that observed the pre-Vatican II statutes, we always had canned tuna.  It seemed a custom akin to eating cat food.  I hated tuna from the can. 

It was a luxury in those days to be with my paternal grandparents on a Friday night, who always ate canned salmon.  My grandfather who had married a non-Catholic in the days when there was discomfort over such integration, had made a promise to his wife to ban tuna fish in his home before he was allowed to consummate his marriage.  As he got older, he thought it the best decision he had ever made. 


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