Over in Westport, Washington there is a small store called Jerry's Shell Shack. Jerry sells a conglomeration of war surplus, exotic shells, Oriental fans, silver jewelry, candy, and wet weather gear.
It is not a fancy store. His old dog greets every customer, wags his tail, and expects a few kind words. There is sand and grit on the floors because of the beach close by. Strands of shells are hung in the windows and there is a ship's bell that serves as the doorbell. A rusty anchor becomes the door prop when the weather is nice. Jerry will open both front and rear doors of his shop to catch the winds blowing in from the cool surf just beyond the rocks of the jetty.
The very first time we went to Westport, I found Jerry's. It was his seashells that prompted me to linger, buy a few and come back time and again with relatives and friends.
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