Saturday was my birthday. P met me at the train station and surprised me by taking me to the Oyster New Year at Elliot's Oyster house. Imagine it: maybe 30 wineries, and a 90-foot open oyster bar. Every possible variety of oysters there for the taking.
If I die tomorrow, before I go I'll look back on that day and think: Once there was a day when I had my fill of oysters.