But did it ever author a Jackie Gleason kiss-and-tell?!?

Weird.

The fish was either owned by John Barge or sold to John Barge, depending on when you found the flyer.

The flyer sounds much like John (or Eloid).

Eventually the fish was demolished in the festivities surrounding the end of Schloss Furstengrant, where John, Ian, Frankie, and Kevin lived for about ten years.

oops, missed the date (darn that tiny font and my aging eyes!).

I suspect that this may have been a desperate attempt by John to raise a buck or two.

Wow, if there was ever a flyer to hold onto...

Six feet long though -- I don't think I could have fit it in any of my apartments, in spite of the Gleason connection. Just would've taken up too much room.

As I was surfing the web the other day, I came across this blog, and it gave me quite a thrill to think someone had not only saved this extremely silly flyer, but had actually gone to the effort of posting it to their blog!
Brief history: back in the mid-80s I worked at a bakery called "The Bakery" (catchy, huh?). Under circumstances not really remembered, someone, for some unknown reason, brought in a giant sailfish. The sucker was truly 6 feet long, and perhaps it didn't fit in their garage, but for whatever reason they gave it to us.
Then the workplace closed down for good (it got quite a few comments from customers hanging on the wall behind the cash register: "Do you guys sell seafood bread?"), and I ended up taking the fish home. No one else seemed interested in it, but it fascinated me.
I decided to hang it on the front of our house. I hammered 2 nails on the overhanging roof that covered our porch for the hook that had been thoughtfully placed on the back of the fish. Quickly, however, I forgot the fish was there and I was continually baffled by cars slowing down and people pointing at our house whenever we were sitting on our porch. Finally I figured out that there was a giant fish hanging out with us.
I do believe that I whipped up this flyer in about 5 seconds (where did I get the photo?) and did try to sell the poor fish, but got no takers. If you look underneath the tape on the flyer you can make out our phone number.
Finally it was time for the fish to go. It had escaped the food chain, but not punk rock. I took it to a street dance that my band The Walking Ruins played at, and at the end of the show, smashed it into pieces. A member of the Smears snagged the glass eyeball and kept it for years.
Go to this link for a video of a performance with the fish:
http://members.cox.net/walkingruins
Scroll down and click on the second song "Group Grope" and you will see the fish (and me wearing a beanie cap. *SIGH*)
The actual destruction was also videotaped but has not been posted to the web. Maybe someday!