Tuesday, January 31, 2006

when i was a boy...

i remember learning that when the native americans roamed the eastern shores they would collect shells as wampum (money) and use the pretty ones to trade for things they needed as if the shells were money.
i remember thinking that i would love that job, walking up-n-down the beaches searching out the prettiest shells.
i still think that today.

1 comment:

Rell said...

I love the beach and I have about 12 shells on my mantle that I just listen to, missing the beach all the time.