Greetings Camistas! Clamuniards? Clamunists? Let us know what we should call you.
As commanded by the major Abrahamic religions, it’s critical to have a day of rest. A day set apart from the others to recharge our batteries and reflect. For instance we are going to spend most of the afernoon with a big book of clam puns preparing for the week ahead.
So, let us take this beautiful Sunday and endeavor to revel in the wonder that is life without feeling the need to strike out at others even though they probably richly deserve it. Let’s see what we have in the Clam Box.
Hey! Here are a series of awesome photos from the Mad Hot Ball a couple of weeks ago! Taken by Martin Del Vecchio these are the incredible shots that should have been in the paper but weren’t because… oh yes. Sorry. Forgetting ourselves here. Click the pic to check ’em out!
The other thing to take note of, and I’m sure it will be in a wide variety of media but it deserves as much attention as possible, is that our amazing local restaurant Duckworth’s is in the Globe. Click the photo, you can almost taste it.
Duckworths is more than a restaurant, it’s become a hub for writers and lectures from the Eastern Point Lit House [event tonight: Margaret Young leads a discussion on Kurlansky’s The Last Fish Tale] and the way they have created a community between themselves, their staff and Gloucester at large is a testament to our philosophy that we are on this Earth to make cool shit happen.
OK, that’s enough of that. Tomorrow it’s back into the snark tank.