I was lucky to get in on some pretty good vacations.
Uncle Harry had bouts with recurring asthma and found some relief on the Atlantic shores, namely Myrtle Beach. That meant lots of those vacations were unplanned and came at various times throughout the year.
At the Grand Strand, I usually ate my fill of deviled crabs.
Maybe that was a foreshadowing of sorts. As fate has it, I now find myself frequenting the “Blue Crab State” of Maryland.