Saturday, August 04, 2007
A specimen collecting ship docked near the oldest research aquarium in the United States.
Having four research institutions devoted to marine biology and environmental science located in one town guarantees one thing at least: the quality of the raw seafood is spectacular. The look of horror mingled with disgust on my sister's face while I savored cherrystones and littlenecks on the half shell only made them sweeter.
Thirty years earlier in the same town I watched with fear and envy as adults consumed piles of raw shellfish, wishing I was brave enough to try one but never daring to make the attempt. To come back three decades later and actually be one of those adults (while my sister's children looked on as I once did) was everything I could have hoped it would be.
Well, except for not being married to Kate Bush and not flying there on my jetpack. But I don't want to sound greedy.
at 2:00 AM