Don't think I ever shared this story, so here goes. Louie was the brother of my aunt but he wasn't exactly my Uncle. But to simplify, we called him Uncle Louie. He was a wild child early on who acquired his own Airplane and Pilot's License at a time when those were uncommon. This was in New York. To pay off his investment, Louie went looking for . . . Lobsters. Imagine he'd pick 'em up with, "Hey, pretty lobster, wanna take a fun ride in me airplane?" And he'd stuff them in and take off for the West, where the price of lobster was at least three times what it was on the East Coast. My folks never explained how he avoided getting pinched in the cockpit.

I don't know where Louie sold his seafood but . . . maybe around Nevada. Seeing as how lobster seemed to have been a standard menu item out there.

Louie made a fortune out of his business, and eventually traded in his plane for a Seat on the New York Stock Exchange.

I'll tell you how you'll know this story is true. He took a lot of tips from crooked brokers, made some lousy investments, and ended up committing suicide on my 21st birthday (I don't think that was on-purpose). The Lobsters are still laughing. See, he had it all wrong. Louie would have made even more money had he flown Mobsters to Nevada.