I took my bag of hats off the shelf last night to dig out my Sox cap in case they won. My condolences, Scott. Instead, I pulled out my hat from when I was working on Cape Cod as an assistant shellfish biologist. I always wanted to start wearing it again, but the trucker hat craze came along and ruined it.
The hat is helping me do research for a story I’m writing about being an assistant shellfish biologist. I found lots of info online, including pictures of my old boss and our boat; soft shell clams, oysters, mussels, quahogs, and razor clams; a tidal creek and marsh; and a map from Cape Cod Chips that shows the office.
I like writing fiction better than non-fiction because you can do so much research online and not call people.
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SOTD: A cool game. Click until stuff moves. Email for hints.