lobsters and clam chowder

we used to have a family tradition of driving up the coast to boston and maine every august to eat fresh lobsters and drink clam chowder. i remember before i could drive, i would sit in the backseat and listen to momi and dadi talk for the entire drive - 4 hours straight. boy, could they hold a conversation with each other. you would think they would run out of things to talk about, but they never did. now that i am older, i realize how rare it is for a couple who has been married for many many years to still have lots to talk about.

we would bring back live lobsters and i would play with them in the backseat on the way home (and then be horrified when we cooked them after we got home). i remember one time i filled our cooler with water because i thought it would be nicer for the lobsters to swim on our drive home. but when we got home, they were all dead because they drowned. (you're supposed to give them air to breathe or have oxygenated water), and then i felt really bad.

momi loved to eat lobsters but dadi wasn't big on seafood. but he loved these trips anyways.