The Old Oyster Bar

Posted: September 4, 2010 in Book Excerpts

Book Excerpt from chapter heading Weaned on Oysters (Fall 1968)

Scott – Journal entry: June 18, 2010 – Day 60

 Today I paused in front of the old building where once stood the oyster bar I’d spent much time as a young boy. A string of tiny storefronts, though dilapidated, unpainted, and generally abandoned, their appearance couldn’t alter my memory. The past was crystal for a moment. I remember the screen door welcoming an October breeze off the bayou, and the sea-blue tiled customer counter I could barely get my shoulders past. The hanging metal sign of a high-breasted pin-up girl in a red one-piece holding an ice-cold Coke, reassuring me I’d made the proper beverage choice. I felt like one of the men back then, elbow deep in cold, salty oysters plopped plump on saltines. There wasn’t a thing in the world to be afraid of. But, today I have fear. Today, I’m afraid of change. Maybe it’s time to sit for a while in the middle of a dandelion patch.

  1. rock says:

    & today it might be time to figure it all out.

    “The attitude of the Faithful..?…is one of great HOPE …
    because what is coming is the return of my Son.”
    Our Lady of Medjugorje

    whether you believe or not.

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