Cape Cod Times
WELLFLEET Johnny ‘Clam’ Mankevetch stood inside a Holbrook Oyster van earlier this month, bent over buckets of fresh shellfish. The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled over a bright orange cap. A mask covering his nose and mouth, he listened for Ryan Curley to call out the next customer order.
Fifty feet away, Curley, a member of the Wellfleet Select Board, checked in with the driver at the front of a long line of cars at the town pier. He found the name, then the order, then called out to Mankevetch.
“One scallop, one Cherrystone, one razor clam,” he yelled.
WELLFLEET Johnny ‘Clam’ Mankevetch stood inside a Holbrook Oyster van earlier this month, bent over buckets of fresh shellfish. The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled over a bright orange cap. A mask covering his nose and mouth, he listened for Ryan Curley to call out the next customer order.
Fifty feet away, Curley, a member of the Wellfleet Select Board, checked in with the driver at the front of a long line of cars at the town pier. He found the name, then the order, then called out to Mankevetch.
“One scallop, one Cherrystone, one razor clam,” he yelled.