What was Ricky’s last name?
That’s what we ponder once a year over clams and beer at The Whale. Martha should have married him. And, well, as things go – he still could be out there. If only we could remember his last name.
One rainy evening every fall is dedicated to this mystery and reminiscence of all stories beach. Like the time Martha got a fishhook caught in her toe and my brother carried her up the beach and drove her to the emergency room. I always said that was his best catch. He should have married her. Have another beer. We know he is not here.
Our fathers made the best clams casino. There were no smoke detectors to go off in those days when the bacon caught on…
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