1951 was a very bad year for the fishing community of Monterey Bay, in Old California. Cannery Row collapsed because the anchovies did not appear as they had every year since time immortal. It became common for folks to order their pizza without anchovies.
But it was a very good year for me, because that was the year that I was born in Santa Cruz California, beside the beautiful Montery Bay. And I don’t like anchovies on my pizza anyway.
I like cheese.