Having spent my adult life working on my tan, I have finally decided to go to college.
I decided that I wanted to be a beach bum at an early age one summer on the Outer Banks. We had spent our days sitting on the pier with chicken necks tied to strings, crabbing in the morning and digging for oysters with our toes in the afternoon. I wasn't allowed back for lunch until I had caught at least a half a bushel. It wasn't until I was an adult that I found out that people ate she crabs, I had thought it was illegal because we always threw the females back to reproduce. Daddy had grown up a scalloper on the Long Island Sound until there were no more so I guess it was his way of conservation.
Back at camp at dusk we would pick crab until my hands hurt while my mom made crab cakes to fill the freezer for the off season.
Needing a good dose of air conditioning we went out to eat. The restaurant had all the trappings~ ship wheels, fishing nets, pirates and mermaids. I asked what the locals did year round.
" They are poor, Nini, they don't have the ability to make money like we do in the city"
I didn't care about money, just wanted to sit in the sun, beach comb and live the good life year round not just a couple of weeks a year.
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