Virginica, my oyster float sank. What should I do?
Please call me Ginny. By the way, I love these floats. My cousins will grow three times as fast as I did, because they can feed on the algae in the river so much easier in a float that I could from the river bottom when I was young. We oysters only improve with age, you know. But, alas, all of my brothers and sisters have succumbed. Our beautiful reefs, which were our homes, have been destroyed. My friend, Jim Wesson at VMRC, has been a darling. His agency has restored 13 of our oyster reefs in our ancestral home waters of Virginia. But our water has been contaminated. And these diseases have ravaged our kind so that there are now in the Chesapeake Bay only 1% of us oysters that were living here when your country was founded. I regret to tell you that my next oldest kinfolk are only 3 to 4 years old! But you asked about your float and I do want to help. If you have access to the internet, I suggest that you e-mail my friend, Dave Love, of Restore the Oyster (RtO) at mdlove@aol.com. By
