THE BOLOGNA HOIST
   by Basil Rose

Though I was only 12 years old when my family packed up and moved to Jerseyside, many events are forever etched in my memory. As young children we were sent outside to play, often only coming in for meals, homework, rosary or bed.

One of my favourite ‘memories has to do with a desire for bologna. One day several other youngsters and myself decided we needed a slice of bologna, no matter what the cost. We proceeded in force to Tom Houlihan's wharf whereby we set out to climb into his fishing stage. Now the only way in was through the "you-know-what-hole”. Our quest for bologna overrode any inkling of common sense we possessed. We piled up the rocks and sticks until we were high enough to pull ourselves through the hole. The stage had been infiltrated; the prize lay dead ahead! With a hacksaw blade in hand, the bologna didn't stand a chance. Within minutes we were walking up the beach in Philly's Bottom chomping delightfully on a slab of that Newfie delicacy, bolognie, totally unaware as to any change in body odour.