



Another fond memory from the Baltimore show during the early 80's. One evening, after a busy day of selling, about a dozen craftspeoples crowded into a van and were driven to a crab house deep in the Baltimore neighborhoods. It was supposed to be the best one in town. Imagine all of us sitting on the crowded steel floor of a cargo van not being able to see the dark world whiz by outside. Arrival came after a bumpy ride and we were greeted by the colorful lights of the resturant. Once inside I noticed that the tables were covered with butchers paper, that brown stuff also used to wrap USPS packages.
I don't remember what my bride and I ordered but I know she had a great time. I wasn't much interested in seafood in those days. It wasn't until a Conneticut potter named Robert Parrot took us to a real seafood place in his home town that I became more interested in crab and lobster and even fried clams. It was all so yummy and so different than that available back in Wisconsin.
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