A Day With My Father (Or Why I Never Go Clamming) By Rachel Taplin

 

To this day, I still won’t go swimming inGoose Creek. All I can picture is a family of eels, discussing their vendetta against my family in a Soprano-esque accent. I know those eels are still out there, plotting their revenge, waiting patiently for another member of my family to terrorize.

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