At the library yesterday, I picked up a book that I’m embarrased to say I haven’t read before: John R. Wennersten’s “The Oyster Wars of Chesapeake Bay.”
The librarian considered the book and said, “Hm. Oyster wars? We have trouble getting them now.”
“Yeah, really,” I said. Nodding at the book, I added: “I guess that was a different time.”
Of course, what I really wanted to say is: “OMG!!! You know about oysters?! You’ve probably read my stories! I’m working on more oyster stories, that’s why I keep checking out oyster books!!”
Alas, I just smiled, wished her a good day and walked away. Can’t have too many people thinking I’m nuts. Plus, I think Charlie Sheen and Muammar Gaddafi are taking up most of the crazy right now anyway.