We see all sorts of interesting things outside our big plate glass windows. Mostly it’s deliveries of tasty ingredients going into Hugo’s to be transformed into delectable bites. But we are also just off Franklin Ave, or Arterial as it is commercially known. Franklin is the route for big tractor trailers full of seafood on their way to 95 and the rest of the country. These trucks are loaded with heavy duty plastic cube shaped containers, about four feet square with lids, perhaps fourteen to sixteen cubes per load. I had seen them drive by since we opened our doors in April but it wasn’t until sometime in June, I believe, that I realized that they were full of seafood. I was crossing Franklin just after one such truck had passed and the aroma was pungent. It is not the contents of the cubes that smell, mind you, just their conveyance, which I would imagine has been spilled/leaked on for years. They also seem to trail water that is perfumed, and leaves it’s mark on the road. There have been two occasions when these trucks have parked right in front of the store. My guess is that the drivers are running in to the bank, across the street from us, and their truck idles while they do their banking. Not too bad on cool days when the door is closed. But there was one day last month when we had an appearance and the odor was rank. Luckily the truck was only there for about ten minutes.
So today I have seen at least three of thee trucks driving up Franklin. It appears that one of them must have sprung a leak, because there were fish in the road. Before you get images of flopping fish on the tarmac, these fish are already deceased. But still there was a trail of silver creatures, some whole and some understandably crushed by tires of unsuspecting drivers. So there were fish and fish guts in the road. Mercifully It is raining hard today. But when I recogized what had happened I was concerned for the mess that would remain tomorrow, when it might not be raining. But I just saw two guys in foul weather gear with reflective tape cleaning up the fish. One guy with a shovel, the other with a garbage bag.
So the fish are gone, but the guts remain.
Hopefully it will keep raining, hard.