My favorite part of the story of Virginia Oliver is not that she was 102 (now 103) years-old and still lobstering during the course of the book. Nor was it about her colorful life. And it was not even that she had to have seven stitches in her finger after being bitten by a crab (wonder how many the crab got!). Nope, it was that she put on her lipstick and earrings to go out fishing for lobsters.  Now that’s a Lady! Alexandra S. D. […]