Something Smells

WEA. Every year in October, our children get a long weekend while the teachers have to sit in meetings and seminars.
In times past, John and Alex (or just John) would go salmon snagging in Marinette WI on WEA weekend. Over by Green Bay, it was a trek that they both looked forward to with eagerness. They would come home with the Cadillac's trunk full of fish. Don't get excited, it was a crap car, each door was a different color and nothing electrical worked--typical for an old Caddy.
Shall we get back to the sentence before last? Ohmystars what a stink.
The fish were on ice, and rolled up in a tarp, but come on! I don't think I rode in that car after their first trip. It was some nasty business.
They would get home and I would start the canning. Yepper, bring the stink INSIDE! The smell of that canner was something to behold, let me tell you. And linger? Ohboy, that it did. For days.
Remember that old commercial for Glade or whatever, when the snotty lady would come in to the kitchen and say, "Fried fish for dinner dear?"
Well she came over once, fainted dead on the floor. There went my big Glade commercial break.