AT brings up a strong point. On Long Island I lived on the water and would clam in my backyard. Thinking about now, it brings a tear to my eye. Just like AT we would bring a clam knife and condiments (super minced shallots with a dab of good red wine vinegar and limes). We didn't float our bar though. This makes me very mad. We should have.

We never got short on ice or coronas mind you. Dragging that rake built up my muscles for the bikini babes too. It was a chore sent from the gods.
Funny thing is: I moved in and the housemate said I could get clams in the backyard and I bagged some huge chowders right off the bat and not knowing a dam thing just steamed them open, dipped them in butter and ate them. About the same as biting into a tiny sausage filled with goose sh!t.