Thursday, June 30, 2011

around the fourth of july extended table


     I recollect huge family clambakes on Long Island Sound where as I young child I could barely view the other end of the long makeshift table balanced on sawhorses, but I heard bits and pieces of chatter. Cousins upon cousins that I only saw in the summer were there, and it was one story after another depending on who could outshout the others to get the floor.
      Rumor has it that the younger generation wants to start up the family tradition again this coming summer, and thanks to all their connections on Facebook, they will no doubt make it happen.
     What really matters in the long run of life is that people coming together briefly for a meal are in loving harmony with one another, and make the most of the moment at hand.