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I went clamming yesterday, a dreary mid-April day, wearing shorts and sandals, while bundled up above the waist in multiple layers, a...

Written 8 year ago on a blog long abandoned. I got a hankering for clams, and paddled over to Richardson Sound to one of my favorite ...

Buckets come as they are, and they do one thing--they hold things. Everything, actually. In these parts they're generally made of plas...

Got a mess of clams from the flats today while feeding a few green head flies. Seems a reasonable trade-off. I've bee...

Low tide came early today. The water temperature is down to 40 degrees --the clams are, well, clammed up now, waiting like the rest of ...

Reading about 30 knot gusts registered by a weather station just a mile away is abstract . Federal funds maintain my local station, and I re...

It's Good Friday, which matters for a few of us, some for good reasons, some for less. I usually spend a few hours in the garden, but to...

Today is Darwin Day , honoring a complex man with a stunningly simple idea that replaced the need for magical thinking. Folks may hold on ...

19th century version: Yesterday I headed for one of my favorite places with one of my favorite people to do one of my favorite things--cla...

 Tomorrow I am going on an adventure! Despite predictions of a 30 knot breeze with rain tossed in, I plan to grab my rake and wa...

Tuesday I'll grab the clam rake for the last time this year. Late Tuesday afternoon I'll wander over to an exposed tidal flat, and p...

New Jersey got a piece of the Race to the Top action yesterday. Given Arne's track record in reform, this may not bode well, but there...

A former student dropped by today to tell me she just got her pilot's license.  She worked on it for over 4 years, and openly admits to...

After yesterday's dust off , where I tangentially blame modern technology for the impending collapse of, well, everything, I thought I m...

I am not inherently opposed to charter schools.  I am opposed to outsiders narrowing public spaces in my community. Call me provincial, pa...

Despite a kick butt east breeze blowing at 20+ knots, pushing the water back into our back bays, I  managed to rake out a few clams today. T...

The water's warmer, but not warm, the days longer, but not long. After a longish week, pushing young adults in AP Biology to perform c...

At the end of the day, the hallways are cluttered with abandoned papers. I picked one up. Quadratic equations, lots of them, scrawled out w...

A half moon hanging in the sky late Friday afternoon does not bode well for clamming in these parts. Unless my nephew gets here real soon, t...

The tines of my clam rake are shiny again, as the rust is polished off by the sand that hides my prey. Spring is here again. I love clamming...