It was great to finally meet Brooklynometry. She read this piece about tunafish at C-town:

At C-Town this morning I noticed a brand of Tuna called Dolores. Such a strange name for Tuna. The name derives from a word meaning sad, but it doesn’t make me sad because it reminds me of my wonderful aunt. Well, it is sad that she passed away but I like to think she’s still around, joking, guiding me to stumble across a brand of tuna bearing her name. Just like I once wound up driving behind a car with plates that read AUNTDODO, which is what we all called her. While she was alive, she collected dolls and had a husband so sensitive he cried when he listened to Segovia play the guitar. It was very hard for a man like that to recover from losing his true love, but he did it.

I was three quarters down the aisle when I backtracked a little to look at an old man whose profile reminded me of my father’s father. He was talking to a woman about his health, telling her he has been in tears for the last two weeks with some health problem. He blamed her, he said it was because of her damn ouija board. That’s when I decided to continue eavesdropping. He said that the board talked to everyone but him, so he challenged it and shoved it under his bed. The next day he tore his achilles tendon which is not a good thing when you live in a 5 story walkup.