Oysters

My father had an uncle who was born "a little slow," real slow actually, but he wasn't slow with an oyster knife, so they sent him to work in a cannery. This was back during the Great Depression, long before the ADA. He always entered the citywide oyster shucking contest and he aways won. He was the oyster shucking champion of Baltimore every year until the day he died. Come to think of it, it's the only distinction anyone in my family has ever earned. Slow indeed.