Hey, my first husband was from Lynn...He was so little when he was born his nickname was Chick. My MIL used to go lobstering with her friend Enos (no kidding), and they kept a pot boiling on the boat. If they caught a short, they threw it in the pot right then. The story is that she would put the whole thing in her mouth, eat the meat, and spit out the shells.

So I'm not your typical Southerner <img src="http://www.traveltalkonline.com/forums/images/graemlins/usflag.gif" alt="" />