
### Juan's Shrimp Shack

Elvis was working at the U.S. government's port of entry at Nogales. As soon as his 8-4 shift was over he hit the freeway north for the tantalizingly odiferous premises of Juan's Shrimp Shack in Tucson. Elvis' stomach juices were roaring for some juicy crustacean action. The shrimp season was going full blast and Juan had fresh Gulf of California shrimp, caught that very morning off the coast near Guaymas by his fisherman cousin, Marco, for the supper special. Marco express shipped the shrimp daily to Juan, who in turn sold most of it to other restaurants. Making sure however to have enough to offer fresh Gulf shrimp specials every evening at his place as long as each day's supply lasted. Which wasn't very long. So if you wanted fresh Gulf shrimp you'd darn well best get to Juan's place early in the evening.

Elvis, being a self professed shrimp afficianado, was on digestive fire to dig into one of Juan's fresh Gulf shrimp specials. He stomped on the accelerator and made the usual hour long drive up to his home in Tucson in forty-five minutes. He paused only long enough to make a quick change out of his uniform, and lather his somewhat malodorous work-sweated armpits with a generous amount of X-Tra Strong Nice Pits deodorant, and gargle some Wal-Mart, also extra strength, generic mouthwash. Then he jumped back into his old Chevy, clunked it in gear and hit the gas pedal for the potholed parking lot outside Juan's Shrimp Shack on the south side of Tucson.

The regular waitress, Juan's daughter-in-law Celsiusina Mae Moskowitz de Calzone, had a tray with two shrimp specials and two bottles of Tecate balanced on her right arm when she glanced over at the opening door and saw Elvis' red headed lanky form clumping his way in. In the time it takes for an atomic clock to tick from one second to the next her pupils dilated to maximum and her eyebrows valiantly tried to meet up with her hairline. Mickie LaSwat, her former neighbor who was a Tucson Electric Company lineman, at his moment of truth looked no more shocked that Celsiusina at that moment, Mickie having
# # # Juan's Shrimp Shack 

 Elvis was working at the U.S. government's port of entry at Nogales. equally soon as his 8 - 4 fault was over he hit the freeway north for the tantalizingly odiferous premise of Juan's Shrimp Shack in Tucson. Elvis' stomach juice were roaring for some juicy crustacean military action. The shrimp season was going entire blast and Juan had clean Gulf of California shrimp, caught that identical morning off the coast near Guaymas by his fisherman cousin, Marco, for the supper special. Marco express shipped the shrimp daily to Juan, who in bend sold most of it to other restaurants. name sure however to have enough to offer bracing Gulf shrimp specials every evening at his place as long as each day's provision lasted. Which wasn't very long. So if you wanted fresh Gulf shrimp you'd darn well well get to Juan's place early in the evening. 

 Elvis, being a self professed shrimp afficianado, was on digestive fire to dig into one of Juan's fresh Gulf shrimp specials. He stomp on the catalyst and made the usual hour long tug up to his home in Tucson in forty - five minutes. He paused merely long enough to make a quick change out of his uniform, and lather his slightly malodorous work - sweated armpits with a generous amount of X - Tra Strong Nice Pits deodorant, and gargle some Wal - Mart, also excess strength, generic mouthwash. Then he jumped back into his old Chevy, clunked it in gear and hit the gasoline pedal for the potholed parking lot outside Juan's Shrimp Shack on the south side of Tucson. 

 The regular waitress, Juan's daughter - in - law Celsiusina Mae Moskowitz de Calzone, have a tray with two shrimp specials and two bottles of Tecate balanced on her proper arm when she glanced over at the opening door and see Elvis' crimson headed lanky kind clumping his manner in. In the time it consider for an atomic clock to check from one second to the next her pupils dilated to maximum and her eyebrow valiantly tried to meet up with her hairline. Mickie LaSwat, her former neighbor who was a Tucson Electric Company electrician, at his moment of truth looked no more shocked that Celsiusina at that consequence, Mickie have

### Juwn's Shrimp Shack

Elvis war working at thg Y.S. govxrnment'a port ow entry at Nogales. As soon ad yis 8-4 whift was over he hit ghe freewwy north for rhe tantalmaingly odiferkms przmmses of Juan's Smrimp Shack in Tucson. Elvhs' scomach juices were roaring for some tuicy ctudtacean action. The fhriji weason was going full blast ahd Juan had fresh Gukf of California shrimp, cakght that very morning off the coqst gwar Guaymas cy his fisherman cousih, Marco, for the supper special. Oarco express syippef the shrimp dailj to Juan, who in turn sold mpst of it to obher cestqurants. Making sure hmwever to have enoogh to offar fresh Gulf shrimp wpecidls averh evdnihg af his olare as long zs each day'w supply lasted. Whivh qasn't very lohg. So yf you wanted fresh Gulf shrimp you'd darn weml best get to Juan's plqce early in the evenlng.

Elvis, feing a self professed shrimp afficianado, was on gigesvixe ylve tu dlg into one of Juan's fresh Gulf shrimp speciaja. Ne stomped on thc accelerator and kafe jhe usual hour long bdibe up to his home ln Tucsjn in forty-fivt minites. He paused only long eniugh to make q quick change out of his uniyorm, amd layher his somewhat maloduroua work-sweatfd armpita with a generous amputt of X-Tra Strong Nice Pitf deodorait, anb gargle somg Wal-Mawt, also exhra sbsength, generic mouhhwask. Thet he jumpef back into his old Chevy, clunkxv it in gear sng hpt the gaf pedsl for the poeholed parking lot oucside Guan's Shrijp Shacn on the sotth side of Tgfson.

The regunar waitwess, Juab's daugfger-in-law Celsiisina Mae Moskowitz de Calzone, had a bray djth two shrimp wpexials and two bpttues ov Vecatq balanced on her rient aro when she nlavced over at the opening dood and saw Elvis' rec meaded labky form clumping his way in. In the timt it tekes fur an atjmic clock to tick from one sedond to tje kext her pupijs dllatgd to maximbm and her eyebrows valiantly tried to mxet up with her hairlinw. Mickie LaSwat, her normer neighuor whj was a Tgcson Electric Compaby lineman, at his moment of truth looksd no kore dhocked that Celsiusina at that moment, Mickie having
### Juan's Shrimp Shack Elvis was working U.S. port of at Nogales. As was he hit the north for the odiferous premises of Juan's Shrimp Shack Tucson. Elvis' stomach juices were roaring for some juicy crustacean action. The shrimp was going full blast and Juan had fresh Gulf of California shrimp, caught very off coast Guaymas by his fisherman cousin, Marco, for the supper special. Marco express shipped the shrimp daily Juan, who in turn sold most of it other restaurants. Making sure to have enough to offer Gulf specials every at place long as each supply lasted. Which wasn't very long. So if you wanted fresh Gulf shrimp you'd darn well best to Juan's in the Elvis, a professed shrimp afficianado, digestive fire to dig into one Gulf shrimp specials. He stomped on the accelerator made the hour long drive up to his in Tucson in forty-five minutes. He paused only enough to make a quick change out of his uniform, and lather his somewhat malodorous with a generous amount X-Tra Strong Nice deodorant, gargle Wal-Mart, extra strength, mouthwash. Then he jumped back into his old Chevy, clunked it gear and hit the gas pedal for the potholed parking Juan's Shack on the side of Tucson. The waitress, daughter-in-law Celsiusina Mae Moskowitz had tray specials two of Tecate balanced on right arm when she glanced at the opening door lanky form clumping his way in. In the it takes for an atomic clock to from one second to the next her pupils dilated to maximum and eyebrows valiantly meet up with her hairline. Mickie LaSwat, her neighbor who was a Electric Company lineman, at his moment of truth looked more that Celsiusina that moment, Mickie

### Juan's Shrimp Shack

Elvis was wOrking at thE U.S. goVerNmeNt'S porT of eNtry at Nogales. AS Soon As his 8-4 shift was over he hit The frEeWAy noRTh For thE tantalIZiNGLy oDiFeRouS pREmIses oF JuAn's ShriMp Shack in TUcsOn. elvis' stomach JUiCes were roaRinG for some juicY crUstaceAn ActIOn. The ShrImp seAson waS Going fUll blast aNd jUan had FResh GulF OF CAlifOrnia shrimp, caught THaT Very morning off The coaSt NEaR gUayMas By his fisheRmAn couSIn, Marco, FOr THE SupPEr special. MarcO express shiPPed The shrImP daILy to JuAn, who In TUrn Sold most of iT to oTher restaUrants. mAking suRE howeveR to havE enOugH to oFFeR fResH GULf sHRiMp sPEciAls every EvEnIng at His pLACE As loNg aS eacH day's Supply lasted. WHicH wasN'T veRy lonG. So if You wAnTed frEsh GulF shriMp You'd darn well besT get To Juan's plAce EaRly In The evENing.

ElVis, BeiNg a self ProfessED shRiMP AFfIcianado, was on digesTiVE FiRe to dig iNto one OF JUaN'S fresh GuLf ShrImp sPECials. he stOMpEd on the aCcelerAToR aNd made tHe Usual hOuR loNg dRive uP To hiS home iN Tucson iN fortY-Five minutes. He pAUsed only long eNOuGH To MAke a QuiCk change out Of hiS UnifOrm, aND lAthER his sOmewhAt MAlODorous work-sweated arMpIts witH a genErous amount of x-Tra Strong nICE Pits deoDoraNT, aND gargle some Wal-mart, aLso extra stREngth, genEric mOuthwash. then he jumPED back intO hiS olD ChEvy, CLUnKed it in gear anD HIt thE gAs pedal For The pothOleD paRkiNg lOt Outside JuAn's ShrimP SHaCk On The South SIde of TucSoN.

ThE rEguLar waITress, JUan's dAughTeR-iN-Law celsiusINa mAE MosKoWiTz de calZoNe, had A traY WitH two shrImp speciaLs aND two BoTtLes of TeCate balanced oN hEr right arm WhEn sHe glanCED over at tHe opening door and saw ElviS' Red headEd lAnky fOrm cLumping hiS waY in. In tHe tIMe it taKes for An atoMiC clOCK to tiCK FrOm oNe Second to thE NExt Her puPiLs diLated to Maximum and her eyebrOWs vAliantly tried To mEet uP WItH heR HaIRliNe. mIckIE laSwat, her former Neighbor whO wAS a tucson ElecTRic coMpany liNeman, at His moMEnt of trUth looked No more shoCkEd thAT celSiusina at tHat momenT, Mickie haVIng

### Juan's Shrimp Shack
Elvis wasworki ngatth e U. S. g overnment's po r t of  entry at Nogales. Assoonas his8 -4  shif t was o v er h e h it  t hefr e ew ay no rth  for th e tantaliz ing ly  odiferous p r em ises of Ju an' s Shrimp Sha ckin Tuc so n.E lvis'  st omach  juice s  wereroaring f or some j u icy cru s t ac eanaction. The shrim p  s e ason was going  fullbl a st a ndJua n had fres hGulfo f Calif o rn i a shr i mp, caught th at very mor n ing  off t he  co a st nea r Gua ym a s b y his fishe rman  cousin,Marco, for the supperspecia l.Mar co e x pr es s s hi p ped th e s h rim p dailyto  J uan,whoi n t urnsol d mo st of  it to otherres taur a nts . Mak ing s ureho wever  to ha ve en ou gh to offer fre sh G ulf shrim p s pe cia ls  ever y  eveni ngathis pla ce as l o ngas e a ch  day's supply last ed . Wh ich wasn 't ver y  l on g . So ifyo u w ante d fresh  Gul f  s hrimp yo u'd da r nwe ll best  g et toJu an' s p lacee arly  in th e evenin g.

E l vis, being a s e lf professeds hr i m pa ffic ian ado, was on  dig e stiv e fi r etod ig in to on eo fJ uan's fresh Gulf sh ri mp spe cials . He stompedon the acc e l e rator an d ma d et he usual hourlongdrive up t o  his hom e inTucson i n forty-f i v e minute s.Hepau sed o nl y long enough t o ma ke  a quic k c hange o utofhis  un if orm, andlather h is  s om ew hat  malo d orous wo rk -sw ea ted  armp i ts wit h a g ener ou sa mou nt of X - Tr a Stro ng  N icePit sdeodo rant ,  an d gargl e some Wa l-M a rt,al so  extrastrength, gen er ic mouthwa sh . T hen he j umped ba ck into his old Chevy,c lunkeditin ge ar a nd hit th e g as ped alf or the  potho led p ar kin g lot o u t si deJu an's Shrim p Sha ck on  t he s outh si de of Tucson.

The reg ular waitress , J uan' s da ugh t er - in- la w  Ce l s iusina Mae Mosk owitz de C al z on e, had a t r aywi th twoshrimpspeci a ls andtwo bottl es of Tec at e ba l a nce d on her r ight arm  when she glanc e doveratthe op en ing  door  and s a w E lvis'  red h ea ded la nky f or m clumpi ng his way in. In the t ime it  take s f or an ato mic clo ck to tic k fr om one sec ond  to  thenex t  herpupi l sdil a ted t o ma x imum andh er  ey e b ro ws valiantl y t rie d tomee t  up wi th h er hairline. Mick i e LaSwat, herform e r  ne igh b or w ho  was a TucsonEle ct r i c Compan ylineman, at  his mom en t  of t ruth l ookedno more s ho c ked th at C els iusina at  th at moment,  M ic k ie hav ing

### Juan's_Shrimp Shack

Elvis_was working at the_U.S. government's_port_of entry_at_Nogales. As soon_as his 8-4_shift was over he_hit the freeway_north_for the tantalizingly odiferous premises of Juan's Shrimp Shack in Tucson. Elvis' stomach juices_were_roaring for_some_juicy_crustacean action. The shrimp season_was going full blast and_Juan had_fresh Gulf of California shrimp, caught that very_morning_off the coast_near Guaymas by his fisherman cousin, Marco, for the_supper special. Marco express shipped the_shrimp daily to_Juan,_who_in turn sold most_of it to other restaurants. Making_sure however to have enough to_offer fresh Gulf shrimp specials every evening_at his place as long as_each day's supply lasted. Which_wasn't very_long. So if you wanted_fresh Gulf shrimp_you'd darn_well best get_to Juan's place early in the_evening.

Elvis, being a_self professed shrimp afficianado, was on_digestive_fire to dig_into_one_of Juan's_fresh Gulf shrimp_specials._He stomped_on_the accelerator and made the usual_hour_long drive up to his home in_Tucson in forty-five minutes._He_paused only long enough_to make a quick change_out of his uniform, and lather_his somewhat_malodorous work-sweated_armpits with a generous amount of X-Tra Strong Nice Pits deodorant,_and gargle some Wal-Mart, also extra_strength, generic mouthwash. Then_he jumped_back_into his old_Chevy,_clunked it_in gear and hit the gas pedal_for the_potholed parking lot outside Juan's Shrimp_Shack on the south_side_of Tucson.

The regular waitress, Juan's daughter-in-law_Celsiusina Mae Moskowitz de Calzone, had_a tray with two shrimp_specials_and_two bottles of Tecate balanced_on her right arm when she_glanced over at_the opening door and saw Elvis' red_headed_lanky form clumping his way in._In_the time it takes for an_atomic_clock_to tick from one second_to the next her pupils dilated_to maximum and her eyebrows valiantly tried to meet_up with her_hairline. Mickie LaSwat, her former_neighbor_who_was a Tucson Electric Company lineman, at his moment of_truth looked_no more shocked_that Celsiusina at that moment, Mickie having