I buried my mother

found closure on a few

relationships and headed home



I stopped for clams at Logan even

though I knew it would

end badly.



I had six oysters on the half shell

three from Canada, the rest from

the cape and washed them down

with a stone cold Bombay martini.



I was in a festive mood as I was

leaving.

I decided to have two dozen steamed clams

some chowder and another martini.



I knew I was in trouble when I found myself

shopping a lobster. They brought me three,

I picked the smallest one.



I ate hurriedly with a glass of wine

and then ran determinedly to my

strip search.



A blonde-headed white man with a dead

mother and a one way ticket raises all

sorts of alarm.



I made it home

05/07/2011

Author's Note: old

Posted on 05/07/2011
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