Back in 2007, I took a trip to Sweden with some friends. While exploring the archipelago, I fulfilled a dream that I had carried with me for at least two weeks. I had previously decided that I would make my vacation a mission of hope. I would right a terrible wrong. I would return Swedish Fish refugees to their homeland.
So, before I left for Scandinavia, I purchased a bag of Swedish Fish candies. I told no one about my plan. When the time was right, I helped close a painful chapter in Swedish-American relations. No longer would the “Stolen School” of Swedish Fish remain exiled from their native land. Swim on!
