The Neanderthals are alive and well, it seems.........
And if the crab wasn’t bad enough, you should have seen them with mashed potatoes. They had to have a huge pot of mashed potatoes, with gravy, every evening. It always reminded me of one of those Jack London books where a wolf gets shot and the other starving wolves devour it. I made the mistake one evening of asking “Please pass the mashed potatoes?” I tell you, if looks could kill...I’d have been dead 30 or 40 times. I think the youngest brother was sizing me up to figure out how much gravy they could make out of me.