South Metacomet
an excerpt

Sandor loved the fish– Not usually considered part of the job description of a graphic artist. More typically he was in charge of harassing the ed and admin staff for the details on upcoming events for flyers and posters and haranguing the dept heads for their articles for the newsletter plus countless time at the copy machine and sitting in at meetings that Sandy made him attend “so he would know what was going on’ his favorite things were going out to take pictures of programs as no one who was out there ever seemed to remember to bring a camera and the fish.
He had ended up with the fish as no one else really wanted it was the care and feeding of array of creatures out of the local estuary that the ed staff scooped up in their seaside classes ever since Steve-o left because he could make more money part time pulling traps on the research boat than full time teaching at the center. Sandor had never really thought about fish as a group before- he ate them of course when he was a kid. He went to Zabar's on the west side with his aunt Mae to pick out fish for Sat night dinner while when he still ate flesh. Now a few times a day he would go down to visit his fish. He loved to see the colors and to watch them move. He loved that they knew him at the one who fed them and they swam back and forth following his movement whenever he was in the room. He loved the flat ones that burrowed into the sandy bottom, he loved the spiny ones that raised these miniature spikes at him if he approached too fast, he loved especially the bright pretty subtropicals.