We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Shad roe is a rural Southern delicacy on the East Coast - not caviar, just fresh. Never got past the look of the stuff myself, but my relatives were great fishermen and shad eaters.
One uncle used to deep-fry the shad itself in a black kettle (along with hush puppies) in the front yard for all comers. (The roe was for personal consumption and selected friends or family.)
Strange fish, shad. Full of what I suspect to be mostly disconnected bones.