tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602896217001030036.post4479992520095663421..comments2023-09-15T00:56:03.245-07:00Comments on Finding My Voice: A Day In The Life OF MEDana Danehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06065942935259619884noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602896217001030036.post-23554409418502208192007-04-08T21:47:00.000-07:002007-04-08T21:47:00.000-07:00LOL there's been plenty enough snow here in NM lat...LOL there's been plenty enough snow here in NM lately ;)<BR/><BR/>You know, it bothered me when I was in FL... Chewy used to say the Christmas lights just don't sparkle off the sand the same way... The kids always wanted a Christmas Palm, but I never bought one. I still feel a little bad about that.<BR/><BR/>a lot of the little mom and pop tourist shops rely on the local shellers to keep things going down there... that's why at dawn they send out the trucks to crush the shells... because if the tourists are spending money on shells, then the locals get to eat. It's kinda sad in a way, becuase some of the items in the shell shops are harvested rather than found... like the sand dollars.<BR/><BR/>Sand dollars are raked out of the sand alive and put in flats that look like plastic soda bottle cases only they stand up in them in long rows. They're loaded into the back of the pickup truck of the sheller, sometimes thousands at a time, and taken to be processed: dumped alive into vats of bleach which strip the flesh off them and bleach them the nice white the tourists like. Average cost of a sand dollar today in St Pete Beach? ONE DOLLAR. I'd give them the damn dollar to let the poor little bugger go!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02474434988848889088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602896217001030036.post-80080195105703619672007-04-08T15:09:00.000-07:002007-04-08T15:09:00.000-07:00Absolutely! It will never feel like Christmas to m...Absolutely! It will never feel like Christmas to me here in New Mexico, where we shop for presents in our shirtsleeves without a snowflake anywhere in sight. There is no place like home.josie2shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15452791371126155173noreply@blogger.com