Uncle Chuck, my shellfish guy, passed away over the weekend.
He will be missed, not just for the oysters, clams, scallops,
lobsters, atlantic char and crawfish, but also for his smile,
his stories and the true joy he found in people.
Here you will find photographs of some of the shellfish I
picked up at his shack. I paid for most of it, some he just
gave to me. I told him he can't be giving away his seafood.
He said it was his goddamn shop and he can do what he
wants. He smiled, shook my hand and said enjoy.
A better ambassador for Chesapeake oysters
and clams will not be found.