A fifth-grade bully, a blossoming romance, a late-night crash
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Being a firmly planted Minnesotan, I’ve tried oysters only once, while in Boston. It was an experience I don’t plan on repeating. But M.F.K. Fisher’s essay “Love and Death among the Molluscs” [The Dog-Eared Page, May 2022] was so endearing, lyrical, and funny that by the end “our oyster” was mine, too.