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SALTAIRE38.blogspot.com "In the time of your life--live." That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition (--Tennesse Williams)
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Hey put this in your Funk and Wagnalls.
http://forum.woodenboat.com/showthread.php?125664-The-Life-of-a-Clam-Digger-%281972-Long-Island%29
Meanwhile the Papillon is the saddest sight ever. What a shame.
Saddest sight ever? Richard, this is your fault.
JOH
PS: thanx for the link to the clam digger blog.
The Life of a Long Island Clammer??
Why don't we contact Saltaire's Clammer par excellance - Robin Torrey, nicknamed "The Clam King" by Capt. Al. I'll never forget each morning as Al captained the Fire Islander into Saltaire at the end of the 10:20am run from BayShore. As the ferry was approaching the basin Robin would be in his clam boat, steering the boat with his feet while he strummed his guitar. Al would remark "Look at that guy, most clammers have dug their days pay by now and he's just heading out. And the guitar?? What's he planning on doing..........seranading the clams to the surface where he'll catch them in a net??"
Robin could probably write a treatise on clamming in the Great South Bay as he is probably singularly responsible for causing the virtual disappearance of clams from the bay.
The clams were killed by Robin's performances? Somehow this is not a surprise to this seasoned observer.
I don't remember what Robin's clamboat looked like. The ones in that photo blog are pretty awesome.
Does Robin KNOW about this blog? What about his brother and other Torrey's?
I know Robin did NOT overfish the clams...
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