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Four hits. Twenty games. That was Ty Smolinski's entire freshman season at Kansas State — most of it spent waiting for someone to say his name.

He stayed.

A year later he hit .339 with nine home runs. Then he came to Whitehouse Field and hit .313 with six more, and this week the Cape League named him its Most Valuable Player.

What he's proud of isn't the hitting.

"I only had four hits with the opportunities that I had, and I'm proud of staying with it."

Here's the week.

Twelve Suitcases, Ten Thousand Dollars, and He Was Ten

He arrived in this country in 1999 with eleven other people, twelve suitcases and ten thousand dollars. He was ten years old. He came to Cape Cod because he wanted to windsurf, took his first job on a seventy-four-foot lobster boat out of Hyannis, worked New Bedford scallopers, bought his own boat in 2014, and now owns two — one for lobster, one for scallops, built in Nova Scotia and named by a previous captain for his three daughters.

In late 2023 he bought a fish counter in Orleans. He'll tell you exactly why: "I have two really nice fishing businesses, but I don't work for myself. I work for the fish buyers." Some of what's behind the glass came off his own boats. Some of it he buys from other local captains, and he's been open about wanting to put their names on it.

The counter itself barely blinked. Same address, same phone number, families who've been shopping there for years and never registered that anything changed. His is one of three Lower Cape rooms we walked into this week — and the one in Harwich Port has the better ghost.

The Shells in His Palm Were the Wrong Shape

You sort standing up, by feel, a few thousand times a season. The good ones, the broken ones, the odd rock, a crab that made a bad decision. After enough years your hands know a quahog better than your eyes do, which is the only reason any of this got noticed at all. Dave Seitler was working ground off Jeremy Point in May of last year when the drag came up with something oval where a quahog is heart-heavy.

The ridges were the tell. A quahog wears tidy concentric rings, one inside the next, like a tree stump. These ran crosshatch — lines crossing each other, going two directions at once. He called them weird clams. Then he did what anybody would do, which was take a picture on his phone.

The picture went to a friend in Provincetown who runs marine fisheries research at the Center for Coastal Studies, and from there it went places Seitler did not send it. He is still dragging for quahogs off Jeremy Point. Most of what comes up is quahogs. We followed that phone photo off Jeremy Point all the way to a journal paper.

Twenty Games, Four Hits, One Seat on the Bench

As a Kansas State freshman in 2025, Ty Smolinski got four hits. Not four home runs. Four hits, total, across twenty games. He started two games all year, one at second and one at third. Eleven of his twenty appearances were as a pinch hitter. Three appearances at shortstop, the position he actually plays. The rest was waiting.

That is the kind of year that quietly ends people.

This summer he hit .313 in thirty-seven games for Harwich. Forty-two hits. Twenty-seven runs, nine doubles, six home runs, ten stolen bases, a .935 OPS. Second in the league in hits and in runs scored, third in doubles and home runs and OPS. The Cape League named him its Most Valuable Player, and the Mariners handed him the Marty McDonough Award as their own team MVP.

How he got from four hits to forty-two, we work through step by step in this week's piece.

Two Books, One Afternoon, and No Memory of Either

Kenneth Hawkey came out of the Truro library a few weeks ago with a book about dogs and a book about coffee. Man's Best Friend. How Do You Like Your Coffee? His mother-in-law went through both of them the same afternoon. She has been a reader her whole life — an activist, a woman who read about political issues and mysteries and novels the way some people eat.

Over the last two years it has become hard for her to hold onto what she reads. "She cannot read a novel or an article at all," Hawkey says. That afternoon she turned pages of dogs and pages of coffee cups, and he watched her do it. She "seemed happy and seemed to feel accomplished," he says. She may not remember having read them at all.

She has gone back to them since, more than once. Hawkey has borrowed two more — Our Fascination With Birds, and Puppy Poetry. The books belong to a set of twenty-six the library bought with donations, and they were built for exactly this afternoon. We wrote the whole of it down in this week's spotlight, down to what he picked up next.

203 Bank Street Is Finished. Nobody Has Moved In.

The three one-bedrooms over the old Harwich firehouse are done. Roughly 650 square feet each, granite counters, tile in every bathroom, a shared laundry down the hall. The work was scheduled for four years and came in under two. Everything a person needs is up there except a person.

What is missing is a letter. The state's Executive Office of Housing and Livable Communities had not signed off on the tenant lottery as of July, and the town's own housing page still says stay tuned for updates. Scroll down that same page and the entry for the old schoolhouse on Bell's Neck Road reads differently — those units are filled. Same town, same year, two different sentences. Average rent across the three firehouse apartments is listed at $1,805, and at least two of the three carry local preference.

Downstairs, a 1928 Maxim sits in a room with a full kitchen while people rent the space for weddings. Norman Clarke, who retired as chief in 2020 after forty-three years in the department, gave the tour on July 16 to about twenty-five people. He said the building had great bones. It does, and that is not the same thing as having tenants — the full account of what's done and what's still waiting is the story we tell in full this week.

Small stories, told the way you'd hear them over a fence

Lower Cape

The Man Who Put Up Everybody Else's Lawn Signs "Some people collect stamps. Some people collect baseball cards. Dana collects ways to give back." That's Deb DeCosta, married to him 48 years, handing Dana the Harwich Democratic Town Committee's James M. Noonan award Saturday at the community center. He started in 1989 — six years a selectman, twenty-three on the finance committee. Since Proposition 2½ took effect in 1981, Harwich has gone exactly one year without raising taxes, and he ran that budget. Then he thanked Peter Hughes, who chairs the town's Republican committee. The Chronicle was there for the speech.

Four Hundred and Eleven Were Eligible. Thirty-One Were From Orleans. That's the last project, not this one. When the developer behind the 78 units planned for the old Governor Prence Inn opened fourteen apartments here in October, 411 people were eligible and thirty-one lived in town. Chair Gerald Mulligan, staring at a design locked in by roughly $700,000 and the tax credits that shaped it: "We're here organizing the deck chairs on the Titanic." Orleans gets local preference on seventy percent of the first lottery. Aug. 18 is the next hearing. The Chronicle sat through the whole uncomfortable thing.

Lobster Hushpuppies Are Coming to Route 28 Every shop in Dennis Miller's new building at 575 Route 28 is run by somebody who lives in Harwich. Nicole Applebaum's Style & Sea Boutique holds the middle — "a dream come true." Charlie's Ice Cream Sandwich is already pulling a line for warm cookies and Gifford's. Three Harbors Coastal Kitchen, 100 seats and a fire pit, opens within the week from the family behind Milano's: homemade pasta, lobster hushpuppies. The five apartments upstairs are booked into Thanksgiving. The Chronicle walked the whole building with him.

Three Hundred Old Houses and a Fire in 1827 Somebody just wrote down every house in Brewster a century or older — three hundred-plus of them, one at a time since 2017, about $350 apiece. The hard part was the fire: the Barnstable County Courthouse burned in 1827 and took nearly every Cape title record back to the 1600s with it, so consultant Eric Dray dated houses off family papers, atlas maps, and how they were framed. Oldest is the Dillingham place at 597 Main, around 1660, second-oldest on the Cape. Seven fat notebooks at the Ladies' Library, free. The Chronicle tells you how to look up your own.

"It's Noisy. We Don't Have to Spend Money to Figure That Out." The formal FAA noise study runs up to $400,000. Select board member Randi Potash lives within a mile of the airport and says conversation sometimes has to pause when something goes over — a finding you can have for free. Four years of skydiving fights, now the big turboprops, and on July 28 the board voted to plan public forums, held anywhere but an airport commission meeting, because there's open suspicion of the commission in town. Watch the contract, not the forums: it ends in December and the next runs ten years, with ten more possible. The Chronicle lays out what Chatham is about to sign.

Harwich Sent Somebody to the Commission to Make Trouble "The present direction of the Cape Cod Commission is very different than that originally envisioned," wrote Jacqueline Etsten, stepping away rather than take another three-year term. The select board read that and went looking for a hammer — 3-2 for Matt Sutphin, 77, lifelong Harwich, who wants the town to set a carrying capacity, over the former town planner. Mark Kelleher skipped the diplomacy: "I'm personally looking for someone to go there and shake things up." A Harwich seat just changed character. The Chronicle has the deliberation, and it's candid.

The Album That Started as a Game With Old National Geographics A Wisconsin farming couple would pick an article out of the magazine and act it out. That game belonged to Gip Hoppe's boyhood, and the late Wellfleet playwright meant to build a musical from it with Chandler Travis — until aphasia took the work away from him. What survived came out July 24: "Branches Out," a record about loss and aging from the man behind the Incredible Casuals. On "Every Letter Sent" he drops the rock for piano and horns, and enough people have said John Lennon that he's quit arguing: "who would you rather be compared to than that?" The Chronicle got him talking.

The Shark Nobody Knew Ate Seals Everyone at Great Point assumed they were whites. When Nantucket beaches closed in July 2023 over sharks taking seals, the Atlantic White Shark Conservancy studied the photos coming in through the Sharktivity app, saw the wrong shape, and sent up a drone — which came back with duskies circling a seal, the seal running for shore and not making it, and a second dusky sliding in to steal part of the kill. "Completely new to shark science," said senior scientist Megan Winton. Before you rethink your swim: state biologist Greg Skomal says it looks isolated to Nantucket. The Chronicle explains what the drone caught.

Two Acres, and Whether There's a House on Them Two acres is nothing until you look at the map. The Ellis parcel is a blank square with close to a hundred acres of protected land wrapped around it — Long Pond Woodlands one side, the Sea Camps pond property the other — and it sits partly in a Zone II area, which in plain English means on top of your drinking water. Town meeting put up $275,000 in May; the Brewster Conservation Trust needs $25,000 more to close. Trust president Charlie Sumner: "In the end, there could be a house out there." The Chronicle shows you the gap in the map.

A Two-Hour Round Trip for a Bag of Groceries That's Provincetown to the food pantry and back, which is why the pantry drives instead. The Family Pantry works out of a North Harwich warehouse, but its Healthy Meals in Motion truck runs to councils on aging from Yarmouth clear to the tip, plus Cape Cod Children's Place in Eastham — fifty to fifty-five people a town, every month, same shopping list, packed in Harwich and delivered. Call your council on aging and you're on it. Program manager Melissa Masi: "We will make sure that you are not hungry." The Chronicle's summer campaign for them cleared $110,000 and runs through Labor Day anyway.

Chatham Pitched Fisheries. Northeastern Wanted Robots. Eight years ago a town working group worked a list of forty or fifty colleges down to three and got real interest back from Northeastern and Mount Holyoke, with Columbia mulling a symposium here. Northeastern came to town "very, very serious," says select board member Dean Nicastro — and here's the mismatch: Chatham was selling coastal resiliency and fisheries management, and what Northeastern wanted was robotics. The talk then was leasing the old powerhouse across from the Marconi campus. Then came March 2020. A new group picked it back up last week and meets again Aug. 14. The Chronicle has the near-miss.

Outer Cape

"Drive Safe. I'll Save a Plate for You." That was the last thing his mother said to him. Nicholas Alvernaz, 22, called 911 from the water east of Great Island at 6:04 on the evening of March 14; the water was 38 degrees and he was in it nearly two hours. The records the Independent pulled show a chain of ordinary failures — no boat ready, the harbormaster's only working truck in the shop, a skiff launched off an assistant's own pickup that ran out of gas thirty minutes in, a fire department boat that wouldn't start. Twelve days later the town administrator put in writing that any "outside discussion" of the rescue "needs to be non-existent." His father wasn't going to sue anybody. He's reconsidering. The Indie reconstructed the evening minute by minute.

The Man Who Was Once Inside a Whale Has Now Been Stung Mike Packard's luck is a genre unto itself. You know him as the Provincetown lobster diver who spent a few seconds inside a humpback's mouth in 2021. This June it was lion's mane jellyfish — thousands of them, "double the size of a basketball," tentacles twenty feet long. "It's like someone taking a whip to you," he says. Biggest bloom in the bay since 2020 and nobody can say why. Harbormaster Pete Whinn's read on the season: "We're lucky that the squid don't sting." The Indie got the whole tale out of Packard.

Nobody Will Audit Wellfleet. They Asked Three Times. On the third try, not one firm would even quote a price. The town began its third straight fiscal year on July 1 with no auditor; the last finished audit covers 2023. The trail runs through three mergers — Powers & Sullivan of Wakefield, which kept the books for twenty years, into Marcum, into CBIZ for $2.3 billion, and last week CBIZ itself into Grant Thornton for $5 billion. Finance chair Fran Conroy on the work left undone: "more than unprofessional — just out and out negligent." The select board has now added "hiring an auditor" to next year's goals. The Indie traces the mergers all the way down.

Sixty Years of Pricing Other People's Donated Coats Add it up and a thrift shop has handed the health center $887,775. A.I.M. started in 1966 on the bet that a place this far out needs care close to home, and that volunteers could pay for it by running a shop. Monday the 10th, four to six at the Chequessett Club, they hand Outer Cape Health another $60,000 — at their own volunteer thank-you party. Six decades of tagging donated coats so somebody could see a doctor in Wellfleet. Outer Cape Health has the numbers and the invitation.

She Was on Her Way to Open the Flower Shop Two sisters were nursing their mother through her last year. Then there was one sister — and twelve days later the mother was gone too. Sheila Kelley, 63, of Eastham ran the flower shop on West Main Street in Wellfleet; on an October 2024 morning a box truck doing 62 in a 45 crossed the double line on Route 6 and hit her head-on. No drugs, no alcohol — "our best guess is he fell asleep," the driver's attorney said — so the charges were misdemeanors. He took a plea July 30 and got probation. The Indie was in the courtroom when they read the family's statements aloud.

Six Charges, and a Photograph of Fanned-Out Cash The police put the whole pile out on social media: narcotics, patches from three Outer Cape departments, and $6,000-odd fanned into stacks running down to ones and twos. Joe Centrella, 42, has been an alternate on Provincetown's licensing board since March — in June he voted on whether bars could stay open till two — and was arraigned July 22 on six drug charges, the heaviest carrying a mandatory three and a half years. He pleaded not guilty; his attorney calls the case "a shaky and shady foundation of 'confidential informants.'" Then the Indie compared the press release to the court file and found a charge that isn't there. The Indie has what the paperwork actually says.

Where Did the Sixteen-Inch Fluke Go? A fish does not stay the same size for a year. Last fall there were sixteen-inch fluke everywhere, just shy of legal, and every rod on this coast spent the winter waiting for them to come back at seventeen and a half. What came back are sixteen-inchers, and nobody from here to New Jersey can find the ones that should have grown. Capt. Mike Rathgeber has a column of that and almost no answers — including where every striped bass in the harbor went, overnight, all at once. One promise: thirty or forty whales are working the south end of Stellwagen, and the watching is as good as it gets. The Indie prints his questions the way he asks them.

🐚 A Quartet in a Chatham Church, Two Road Races in One Day, and Both Lighthouses Open on Friday

The chamber festival turns twenty, every arts organization on the peninsula passes the hat, and a $56 ticket costs whatever you decide it costs.

Watch what happens on the Cape in the second week of August and you'll learn something about how this place actually pays for itself.

Count them up. Saturday night Wellfleet auctions off marine buoys that artists pulled out of the water and turned into art. The same night Castle Hill runs its benefit in Truro. Sunday evening Cape Rep holds Summer Starlight and the Cape Cod Chamber Music Festival throws a twentieth-anniversary party at a Harwich beach club. Tuesday there are oysters and opera in a private Truro house. Saturday morning a 5K leaves a Chatham ice cream shop for the Monomoy track team, and Saturday afternoon a long-running charity road race goes out from a Brewster bar. Sunday a motorcycle show at the Brewster VFW raises money for a traveling Vietnam memorial.

None of that is coincidence. August is when the checkbooks are on-Cape, and every organization that has to survive a February out here knows it. The visitors think they're going to a party. You know it's a fiscal year.

Below: five picks. Three out toward the tip. And one Saturday morning with a line of cars full of old paint, which is the least glamorous thing in this newsletter and the one that keeps something out of the water you drink.

One Big Thing

The Harlem Quartet: Pushing Boundaries. Monday, August 10, 5:30–7:00 PM. First Congregational Church of Chatham. $40.

The Cape Cod Chamber Music Festival is running five events across four towns this week, and this is the room to be in. The Harlem Quartet has a Grammy and a repertoire that refuses to sit still — classical, contemporary, jazz, Latin, often inside the same program — and they're playing a Monday evening in a Chatham church with Jon Manasse and Jon Nakamatsu running a talkback afterward. Get there early; a church is a church, and the good seats are the ones people who live here already know about. Friday the Borromeo String Quartet opens the week in Wellfleet with Beethoven's Op. 59 No. 1 and the Dvořák Fourteenth, $40, and Sunday the festival marks twenty years of Manasse and Nakamatsu at the Belmont Beach Club.

And if forty dollars is the reason you've never gone: Wednesday morning at eleven, the same Chatham church hosts a free family chamber concert. No ticket, no dress code, kids expected. Twenty years is a long time for a festival to survive on a peninsula that empties out in October, and the way it survived is by being both of those things at once — the forty-dollar Monday and the free Wednesday. Go to either. Preferably both.

The 4 Picks

🎭 Girl from the North Country, for whatever you want to pay — Cape Rep's Dylan musical plays seven times this week at $56. Friday night it's pay what you like. That is the entire pick. Conor McPherson built a Depression-era Minnesota boardinghouse out of the Dylan songbook, Cape Rep is doing it in the Indoor Theater, and for one performance the box office stops being a filter. If you've been telling yourself the Cape's theater has gotten too expensive, Friday removes your argument. It's billed PG-13, so leave the small ones home. Fri, Aug 7 · 7:30–9:00 PM · Cape Rep Indoor Theater, Brewster · Pay what you like.

🏃 Saturday starts and ends with a road race — At eight in the morning the Short But Sweet 5K leaves an ice cream shop in Chatham, runs the Old Colony Rail Trail, and finishes with ice cream, all of it for the Monomoy cross-country and track programs. At four in the afternoon the Brew Run 5.2 Miler goes out from The Woodshed in Brewster — five water stations, cold beverages waiting, and enough years behind it that it predates most of what people picture when they picture a Cape Cod summer. Same entry fee, thirty-four dollars, at both ends of the same day. Run one, watch the other, and you've had a fuller Saturday than anybody on the beach. Sat, Aug 8 · 8:00 AM Short 'n' Sweet, Chatham / 4:00 PM The Woodshed, Brewster · $34.

🏍️ Handlebars & Homes Motorcycle and Car Show — Four hours in the lot at the Brewster VFW, raising money for The Wall That Heals and for veterans' outreach. The Wall That Heals is the traveling three-quarter-scale replica of the Vietnam Memorial, and getting it somewhere costs real money that comes from afternoons exactly like this one. Bikes and old cars in a VFW parking lot on a Sunday is not a listing anybody puts on a vacation itinerary. That's rather the point. Sun, Aug 9 · 12:00–4:00 PM · Brewster VFW Post 9917.

📷 Christopher Seufert: Memento Gorey — Edward Gorey lived out his last decades on this peninsula, and Seufert — a photographer and filmmaker — interviewed him. What came out of that is a book, a documentary, and an hour at the Eldredge on a Wednesday afternoon in which somebody who was actually in the room talks about a man most people only know from the crosshatching. Register first; walk-ins go in only if there's room. Wed, Aug 12 · 3:00–4:00 PM · Eldredge Public Library, Chatham · Registration required.

Out Toward the Tip

🗼 National Lighthouse Day — Friday is the anniversary of the 1789 act that put the country's lighthouses under federal care, and two of ours open for it. Nauset Light in Eastham — the one on the potato chip bag, the one they picked up and hauled back from a collapsing cliff in 1996 — is open late afternoon into evening. Out at the far end, Race Point runs a tower climb midday, and you get there on foot or in a four-wheel-drive with a permit, which is most of what makes it worth doing. Fri, Aug 7 · Nauset Light 4:30–7:30 PM, Eastham · Race Point 10:00 AM–2:00 PM, Provincetown · Donation at Race Point.

🎸 Patty Larkin & Lucy Kaplansky — Two veteran folk songwriters who have each been at this long enough to have nothing left to prove, playing separate sets and then coming together for the harmonies. It's the fourth Payomet night in a row this week and the one to pick if you're only picking one. Under the tent, early evening, before the light goes. Sun, Aug 9 · 6:00 PM · Payomet Performing Arts Center, Truro · From $42.

🎭 Hamlet at Mayo Beach — KnightHorse Theatre does Shakespeare outdoors at the pavilion beside Wellfleet Harbor, on a donation, on a Monday. A streamlined production, which is a polite way of saying they cut it so you're not sitting on a bench past ten. The harbor does the set design. Mon, Aug 10 · 7:00–9:30 PM · Mayo Beach Pavilion, Wellfleet · Donation.

One More Thing

The membership card this week is a line of cars full of old paint. Household Hazardous Waste Collection runs Saturday morning, nine to noon, at the Harwich Transfer Station — oil paint, gasoline, solvents, pesticides, mercury, everything that's been sitting in the back of the shed since you moved in. It is open to residents of Harwich, Brewster and Chatham, and to nobody else. There is no version of this event a visitor attends. Everything you drink out here comes out of one sole-source aquifer under a sandbar, and this is the Saturday somebody drives the thinner away instead of into it.

Pair it with the thinking part. The Cape Cod Ponds Network meets Thursday evening, six to eight, at the Museum of Natural History in Brewster — pond advocates and anyone who wants to be one. And Wednesday afternoon the Orleans Conservation Trust walks Three Ponds, eighty-odd protected acres around Meadow Bog, Sarah's Pond and Twinings Pond, one to three, free. Same aquifer, same tax bill, three different ways of showing up for it.

Sign-off

Sunset slipped back under eight o'clock last week and it hasn't stopped going. You'll notice it first in the parking lots — people leaving the beach a little earlier without deciding to. The water is at its warmest right now and will stay there a while yet; that's the trade August makes with you.

Go put something in a hat this week. Half this peninsula's culture runs on August.

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The Drift — August 6 – 12, 2026

The moon disappears this week, and the water gets bigger every single day because of it. Wednesday is the whole point.

There's fog on the water again this morning, the thin kind that means it. Gone by lunch, and it doesn't come back with any conviction the rest of the week.

Last week I told you not to buy the moon hype — a distant full moon pulling a lazy tide, best low a tenth of a foot. This week I'm telling you the opposite, and I'd like you to listen to this one. The new moon lands Wednesday at 1:37 in the afternoon, and the tides build toward it every single day. Thursday's range on the Brewster flats is 9.8 feet. Wednesday's is 12.9. The daily low goes 0.8, then 0.2, 0.1, minus 0.1, minus 0.5, minus 0.8, and finally minus 1.1. A staircase, and it only goes down.

Here's the timing worth setting an alarm for. Wednesday's dead low is 5:18 in the morning. First light is 5:15 and the sun's up at 5:45, on a west wind at 6 — which on the bay means glass. You'll walk out farther than you have all summer, in the best light of the day, with almost nobody out there with you.

If you only do one thing: be standing on the Brewster flats or at Skaket in Orleans at ten past five Wednesday morning.

Before that, a week genuinely worth having. Friday's a swim day and nothing more — the Sound is 74°, the warmest water on this peninsula by six degrees. Saturday's breezy with a thin midday low, so take Pleasant Bay early and leave the open flats alone. And Monday is the best beach day of the summer so far: sunny in all eight towns, 90 in Orleans, 88 in Harwich and Truro, wind at 5 to 14, and a morning flood running over sand that's been in full sun for four hours.

Also — the thing I promised you. Last week the comb jellies were starting but the moon was too bright, and I said give it ten days. Sunday is day ten. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights are the darkest since the July new moon — six percent, two percent, and Wednesday none at all. Inside I've written out exactly how to see it, because most people try once, see nothing, and decide the whole thing's a myth.

And a call I got wrong, which I'd rather say out loud: last week I wrote that Cape Cod Bay was closing on the Sound and the cold water was all on the ocean side. Seven days later it's 74 against 68. The gap didn't close — it doubled.

Inside this week's Drift: the day-by-day from Brewster to Provincetown, the flats-walk, paddle, swim and fish windows down to the town and the hour, why Wednesday's new moon is also a solar eclipse and what that has to do with a minus-one-foot tide, the two daylight ebbs at Morris Island worth the gas, the morning Pleasant Bay goes negative for once, why last week's dolphin stranding stops being history this week and becomes a live forecast, the two mornings after this issue ends that are bigger than anything in it — and the do's and don'ts, the part worth forwarding to the group chat.

Read The Drift → Your plain-English guide to the week's water across the Lower and Outer Cape — the bay flats, the Sound, Pleasant Bay, and the Atlantic beaches, with the tides, water temps, and the days worth saving.

Dave Seitler found a clam nobody had recorded here because he has handled a few thousand a season for years. That's the part worth keeping. You don't notice the strange one by looking harder — you notice it by having held ten thousand ordinary ones first. Attention isn't a talent out here. It's mileage.

Arthur Radtke • REALTOR®, eXp Realty
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