Nichole Pichon. Fort Myers, Fla. 2014. By Paul Goldfinger
Seafood from a truck? You bet in Fort Myers, Florida Paul Goldfinger photo. 2014
By Paul Goldfinger, Editor, Blogfinger.net.
Nichole is from a family of fishermen who have worked the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, in southwest Florida, for many years. Her great uncle, the original Capt. Johnny, started a business in 1950 selling the catch-of-the-day at the side of the road on MacGregor Blvd. in Fort Myers. It’s the same location where they are doing business today.
John Lindquist’s parents came to Florida in the 1930’s, and John and his brothers became commercial fishermen, working the Punta Rassa region. Many of the commercial fish back then such as flounder and redfish are now designated game fish, so the markets in the Fort Myers area don’t carry them any longer.
Every morning, the local fishermen drop off the day’s catch at Capt. Johnny’s where we buy our fish from Nichole and her family. The catch usually consists of black or red grouper, snapper, Gulf shrimp (medium, large and jumbo) and local lobster (which is mostly tail and small claws). They also have clams, oysters and crabs . The only outliers are the scallops which come from Massachusetts. The seafood is always fresh and delicious.
A cook on the premises makes take-out food that includes some superb gumbo, fried shrimp, shrimp cocktail, and “the best key lime pie.” Captiva and Pine Islands, nearby, used to be home to key lime plantations, so they ought to know how to make key lime pies.
MARY CAREWE. From Carousel. Album: “The Very Best of Rodgers and Hammerstein.”
Jim Carrano. In case you have never seen a Great Auditorium usher in a full dress uniform, here he is. Paul Goldfinger photo, with permission of Jim, the most respected usher in the mountains of Ocean Grove. Repost from August, 2014. Blogfinger.net (Ocean Grove, NJ,USA)
By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.
In order to read this post, you need to start the music first:
I went to photograph Jim—to ask him for help with Blogfinger, but as he looked at me through his sunglasses he stared for a short while and then he said, “Paul, we’ve known each other many years, but this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. I can’t remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let’s be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.”
But it was Sunday morning, and Jim was wearing his Great Auditorium suit complete with a white flower. So I offered him my respect, and he felt compassion and he let me photograph him. I didn’t dare position him on the hatched yellow lines—-no way. I took only two frames for fear that he would make me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.
Finally he said, “Paul, some day, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day — accept this photograph as a gift on this fine Ocean Grove Sunday and you will photograph the flowers in front of my house…….won’t you? And you will put that photograph on Blobfinger!” (sic)
And we did!
Editor’s note: Jim Carrano and Lois moved out of the Grove last year. They sold their home in one day, but those flowers remain. He returns once in a while to make sure that his flowers are OK.