fish memories

I was rereading some of Jospeph Mitchell's old New Yorker pieces about the Fulton Fish Market and its characters when I heard that the city was moving it to the Bronx. It's been a New York tradition since the early nineteenth century and reading Mitchell one can almost smell the decades of fish. It's due to close any day now and there was a nice almost Mitchellesque piece on memories of the Market in the Times today. It's a good read. And if you've never read Mitchell you're missing out.