[8:50 a.m.] [2001-07-02]
[Cape Cod]

Way too early...this morning I had a 2 1/2 commute to work from the Cape. I went there on Saturday night (during the crazy rain storm) for my sister's birthday on Sunday. My mother has the most lovely home and on Sunday we gorged ourselves on clams and lobster. My stepbrother, my birthday sister and I went to the beach in the early afternoon and dug razor clams. We added them to the bounty. I now have a cut on my ring finger on my right hand but that is one of the job hazards with razor (think about the name) clam gathering. Fortunately they were so easy to catch, they were on a few inches down in the sand. The difference between razor clams and all other clams is that they can move fast. They have a powerful foot (that can be eaten raw) that pushes down into the sand. They expel all the water in their body out the other end and they shoot downward. The trick to catching them is to push them up against the side of the sand and dig down. You have to be careful not to pull their foot out while you are trying to pull them out. It is quite a skill to have; yet I haven't found out where I could put it under my resume. Also, they make good eat'en.

My mother is the best hostess I have ever come across. A few years ago a friend and I went to the Cape for a poetry reading and decided to stay at my mom's house. She welcomed my friend like he was part of the family. We all sat around a campfire, drank wine and told stories. Unfortunately, I thought that this friend and I would become more, and my mom commented on how much she liked him. He in turn commented on how much he like her. Too bad that he didn't realize that I came with all sorts of perks. Lobster, razor clams, and my mom's house (a half mile from the beach) were only a few.

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