We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Spent a glorious week on the Cape for our 100th Anniversary. Hiking and biking -rain, Atlantic fog, some sunshine), using Merlin for a lot of our birding, and living on clams, oysters, mussels, and some Cod. No internet. Read 4 books. Lost 5 lbs. I did not need to lose. Love Cape Cod.
This boat in Wellfleet Harbor drags for Sea Clams, not regular Quahogs. Happened to catch the Osprey nest in the same photo. They are everywhere, and that is wonderful.
In the early 50's, 1953 I think, Mass had a big hurricane come through. My dad and I went to Nahant Beach at low tide to go Quahoging. We got at least 10 gallons of them (don't remember what the rules were back then). The tide went out so far before the hurricane came ashore that I think we could have walked to Egg Rock. We ate Quahogs for months. Froze a lot and ate a lot till they were gone. Beautiful Quahog shells with lot of purple on them so my brother and I tried to make wampum with them but didn't have any way to drill the little beads.