A Feast of Friends: The Allen’s Neck Clambake
In the early morning light, the clambake begins. They toss kindling atop a concrete slab, then stack a layer of logs, followed by a layer of smooth river stones. Logs, stones, logs, stones, until the pyre is about five feet high. By 9 am, the pyre is glowing an array of oranges and reds. Smoke […]