tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post6413630267158097567..comments2024-01-09T19:29:01.696-05:00Comments on Martha Miller: Ten Sentencesmartha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-67682512902269166492008-04-29T10:57:00.000-04:002008-04-29T10:57:00.000-04:00you didn't? i remember picking them up by their ba...you didn't? i remember picking them up by their backs - they always managed to reach underneath their bodies with their front claws and pinch a little bit! picking them up - sort that same feeling as getting the nerve to strike a match for the first time...martha millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-13825659680888656692008-04-29T10:45:00.000-04:002008-04-29T10:45:00.000-04:00Yes--I'm right there with the bacon on the hot sum...Yes--I'm right there with the bacon on the hot summer morning--wearing our very old sneakers with holes, saved just for walking on rocks while crabbing. I never did muster up the courage though to pick up the crabs by their backs, so to catch one they had to hold on to that raw bacon pretty tightly so I could air lift it to the pail.Susan Beaucheminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12603806959873249854noreply@blogger.com