Lingering impressions

Rock Hall used to be the place where my uncle would pick up a big haul of crabs, fish, and oysters, depending on the season. He spent large chunks of time away from the store, either out on the boat or on the road picking up other people's catches. Chestertown, Rock Hall, Seaford, up and down the Delmarva peninsula he drove in the search for fresh seafood. The Rock Hall of my memory is that of a working wharf -- with the attendant smells of fish and fuel, and the sight of stacks of crab pots and boxes of net. Of course, most of the wharves of my memory are now home to waterfront condominium communities, so it shouldn't surprise me if that Rock Hall exists *only* in memory now.

According to RecGov.org's cover for a recent edition of its magazine, Rock Hall is a secluded getaway, a renowned destination for boaters from Florida to the Netherlands. And it happens to be celebrating its 300th anniversary next week. Who knew?