Several years ago, I visited San Francisco with my brother, sister-in-law and their 5 year old little girl. My little niece asked, “Where are we going?” “Fisherman’s Wharf,” her mom replied. As we approached the wharf in our car, the air was ripe with the smell of fish. My niece wrinkled her nose and with disgust in voice said, “The fisherman’s wife sure stinks!”
I think of that story eveytime I visit the wharf….









