"I
don't know about you, but when I get real hungry, I head for the blubber
room," writes contributor Gene C. Mage, of Horseheads, New York.
(In case you're interested, a blubber room isn't
for eaters of fat, and it isn't for cry babies, either. It's the area
of a whaling ship where whale flesh was rendered into oil.)
Mystic,
Connecticut
Photo
taken 10/01
Posted on RoadTrip America 11/01
