We went to the AYCE oyster roast at Crescent Beach last night. What a sweet deal that is, every Saturday night. They hold it on a property that sticks its nose out into the Intercoastal so you’re surrounded by water and a bright sky full of stars. A raging bonfire next to water as flat as glass splashes bright paints across the surface, reflecting the dancing flames. Everyone bellies up to long tables, waist high, mounded with piles of steaming oysters, hot sauce, shucking knives, gloves. The beer and soda is iced down in chests the size of steamer trunks… help yourself. Homemade chowder, grits, brownies for dessert. Stuff yourself with oysters, sit around the fire with a beer and a bunch of people, mostly local, that if you don’t know them personally, you certainly have many friends in common. Other than the bonfire, there are no lights by the water so the stars hang low, engulfing. Conversation is peppered with the splashing sounds of fish jumping; the fresh salt air scented with burning oak. It’s probably as close to heaven as this guy is ever going to get...
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