Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Great Lobster Fly In

And the carnage.
But before they gave their lives we exercised them.
We've been racing lobsters since back in the day in
Rhode Island.
Turns out Ken and Lory were 
familiar with the practice too. 
There was only one female in the bunch
(the red roe tells you that)
and my suspicions lie with the one who went backwards
and foamed at the "mouth".

A local service agency does this "fly in" 
as a fundraiser every year.
Mike and I did it one year for our anniversary.
And then we "biked the drive."
Lakeshore Drive. 
At midnight.
We were way younger then.

This year we just ate lobster.
With good friends.
Except Mike. 
Turns out he prefers a good steak. 
Or salad, but that's another story.

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