Anthony always knew he was headed for the big time; the only question was, whether this meant big time East Coast U.S.A. style, or back home, in Italy. As "luck" would have it, neither one. Anthony was sent out to the West Coast, to oversee the burgeoning tuna trade and make sure it was all under family control. San Diego, who ever heard of San Diego?
Turns out San Diego's Little Italy was exactly the vibrant community Anthony needed to thrive, while simultaneously making his family proud. While in San Diego he also discoved a passion for plants and gardening. Here Anthony stands in front of one of his favorite agaves at Balboa Park. Anthony disappeared just 3 months after this photo was taken. Rumor has it a rival family was ready to take over the tuna trade and Anthony ended up buried throughout the park… fertilizer for the very plants he adored.
***Yes this is another attempt at an inventive interpretation of one of the many black and white photos my husband has given me over the years, I hope you enjoyed my "creative narrative"...***
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I sensed there was something fishy about his guy... love your creative imagination!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it.
DeleteI *love* this - both the photos and your stories. Can't wait for the next installment.
ReplyDeleteI regret that I let so many good photos go up in months/years previous without any creative additions, the missed opportunities!
DeleteWell, at first I thought you were writing about your husband, but when I saw the photo, I realized that wasn't right. Plus, your husband isn't named Anthony...Is it Andy? Any-way, you have a great imagination. Guess the rival family decided to try a new specialized kind of Anthony Tunafish fertilizer.
ReplyDeleteAndrew is the husband, but the mix-up had me smiling at the thought. Thank you!
DeleteI love your manufactured histories, Loree!
ReplyDelete"manufactured histories"... that's good. I think that's what I will start labeling them.
DeleteI figured it was a bunch of fertilizer. ;) A good interpretation.
ReplyDeleteHe looks suspicious, don't you think?
DeleteHa ha! Maybe my dad met Anthony when he worked as a food scientist in the SD tuna industry about the same time. Lots of folks from Italy and Portugal were in that mix. I took a tour of the company’s tuna canning operation once, but I was more worried about someone ending up in the giant vats of black olives that sat curing in the parking lot - there were plenty of places and ways to lose a body back then...
ReplyDeleteOh gosh...I wonder how many met their end in the olive vat!?
DeleteAnthony is smiling! Love it!!!
ReplyDeleteSmirking?
DeleteElmore Leonard, move over! I can see you expanding your literary chops.
ReplyDeleterickii
Ha, thanks rickii!
DeleteHe went to sleep with the fishes. I love those old fashioned streetlights like that behind his shoulder. Street lights and men's fashion have changed, but Agaves have not.
ReplyDeleteGood point. Agaves for the win!
DeleteSo fun to be able to weave a story with a photo!
ReplyDeleteThe next few I have in the wings are going to require a little more work.
DeleteHa, I wonder they stole that very stylish hat?
ReplyDeleteFor sure.
DeleteIf only that photo was in colour !
ReplyDeleteInteresting, now that you mention it I wonder what color his very short tie is?
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