For those of us who have difficulty finding peace while sitting in one place, clamming can be an unexpected escape. By Kim Gooden On these dark winter evenings, when the end of the day has crept up ...

Sammy held the dark, odd-shaped, deep brown clump of stuff in his hand, showed it to me and said, ”Grandpa, is this doo-doo?” “NO-NO, no doo- doo, absolutely not,” I said. “It’s pure, clean, good mud.