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After Hurricane Sandy. Sam and I go looking for things.

After Hurricane Sandy. Sam and I go looking for things.

Posted by on Nov 13, 2012 in Nature | 6 comments

After searching the Town Beach in Narragansett (with what seemed like hundreds of other people) for any storm-tossed treasures, and finding only a surf clam shell, my stepson, Sam, and I decided to go for higher ground and find a place no other beachcombers had been. The storm surge had gone a couple of hundred yards inland, so we headed in that direction,...

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The Ocean is

Posted by on Mar 6, 2012 in Stories | 8 comments

The ocean– You bring it home in your pockets and shoes and empty the sand onto the kitchen floor. Tiny grains ground down from continents. On the windowsill is a jar full of sea glass and inside the jar you have your favorites—and not all are smooth and perfect and blue. It can’t all be about ocean policy and rules and all the things we do...

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The importance of the forgettable.

Posted by on Dec 2, 2011 in Seafood, Stories | 7 comments

The completely ordinary. The commonplace. The pond and stream that are in every town, spread across everyplace. There are good reasons to think about the pond that one day may become a parking lot. I fully love the shithole of a sluggish stream, where the water strider zipping across the surface is the insect of our childhoods, and we never bothered...

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