This fast food fried and smoked fish shack is in a sparse urban landscape on Chicago’s south side at one end of a bridge over busy industrial water traffic. No seating. Cash only. Eat nearby at the lone picnic table if available, munch your way across the bridge and back, or else just sit in your car. Be perfumed by the scent of favorites – smoked salmon or trout. I am surprised by how many men and women of all ages and backgrounds know this place and remember it well. And I think that if there is a heaven, a place like this is waiting on a bridge like this, always open with a welcome mat at the front door. For sale in “Prints For Sale” above.