This time of year Uncle Chuck would have twenty different kinds of oysters for sale. All the same species, but each with a different taste depending on the creek or cove or barrier islands where it was raised. Instead, Chuck's family was selling off the shop furnishings. I grabbed a few of the old sign boards Chuck used to list the seafood he had on hand, plus a rusty old pair of tongs. Nice memories to hang in the garage.
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Preserving memories is an important and honorable thing to do - done it myself.
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