Stream of Consciousness Saturday – My Nose

Here's the thing - does the nose really know, or is it like I say during allergy season, "my noes don't no because I'm all stuffed up." Sniffle Those darn trees are beginning to flower, and I am getting stuffed up, time to squirt something into my noes,

Adventures in Coastal Living – Clams

As an adult, some of my "research" grew bolder. Friends in Boston took me out for seafood and drinks the night before I shipped out for the first time. The ship sailed directly into heavy weather, and I spent the midwatch worshipping the throne. I deny that I was seasick. It had been the clams.