This all takes place
in a little harbor side community of mainly bay men and their families.
Settled long ago by several Indians who found the viscous mud of
the adjoining bay rich with clams, they claimed the mud where it's stench at low tide chokes the breath away, and called it Hackhog. The colonial settlers came in and pushed out the native Indians and became known as the bay folks, who then were threatened by a new set of marauding invaders, the yuppies.
Hackhog's protected bay
and marshy shallows offer a place for those whose lives revolve
around the tides. The yuppies like the views of the bay from the
town's prominent bluffs. The Memorial Day Parade in Hackhog still
features the town's own contingent of mud-sucking, clam-shucking
bay men who march proudly with bushels of raw shellfish in their
hands down Bay Street. The town's eclectic houses and buildings
match the social quilt of Hackhog. The recent surge in real estate
prices created a wealthier class that was forced to live amongst
the charming, but odiferous locals. The local schools still offer
classes in clam digging as well as oyster
shucking in respect for the locals. They also offer classes in French
wine tasting and fencing to the elementary school kids to help prepare
them for the real world.
The local train station
provides a link to the metropolis nearby, but the locals wish it
and the newcomers to go back to the city and would rather see the
city-bound commuter train cars filled with their daily catch.