True Story Yesterday would have been my stepfather Tom's 75th birthday. To commemorate the occasion, I give you this story. Back in 2006, I was prepping to relocate from Nebraska back to Southern California, and this meant lots of phone calls between me and my mother. One Friday evening, I called her up, and I could hear some background noise. I asked where she was... Mom: Oh, Tom and I are at El Pollo Loco. We're getting some fish tacos for dinner. (It was Lent - Ed.) Me: Y'know, I've always wanted to know what kind of fish they use to make fish tacos. Mom: I'm not sure. Here comes Tom. I'll ask him... Tommy, what kind of fish is in a fish taco? Tom: Dead.