My dad used to take all three of his young boys down to Oceano and get in that freezing water so he could dig clams and pass them to us to take back to the station wagon, thus avoiding the game warden. That evening, clam cocktails with the "buttons" and chowder with the rest. That was pre dune buggy days. The FIFTIES.
My dad used to take all three of his young boys down to Oceano and get in that freezing water so he could dig clams and pass them to us to take back to the station wagon, thus avoiding the game warden. That evening, clam cocktails with the "buttons" and chowder with the rest. That was pre dune buggy days. The FIFTIES.