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Clam Chowder or should I say Chow-dah

In a strange way my life is bookended by chowder, Hyannis and San Clemente.

This weekend in San Clemente is the Seafest. There is the annual Chowder contest and it makes me muse about the strange symmetry the places hold for each other. Hyannis, sitting on the Atlantic ocean, home of the Kennedy compound, clam chowder, all misty foggy and damp.

And over on the west coast a more Mediterranean version on the mild Pacific side, with President Nixon instead of Kennedy spending summers in what was dubbed the "Western Whitehouse," our clam chowder, mist, fog and not so damp.