Our story today on the arrival of Bluff oysters has made me all nostalgic.
My first day as a journalist coincided with the start of the oyster season on March 1, and the first sacks landing in town.
That was in 1982, long before the oyster season was closed because of the bonamia disease that virtually wiped out the beds in Foveaux Strait. It took years for them to start recovering.
Makes me think of the scallop industry here at the moment.
I still remember interviewing the blokes at the pie cart depot as they shelled the oysters and battered them ready for the night's trade. They even let us taste a couple.
Some of the most important people in any organisation are the ones on the front counter.
That smiling face at reception when you arrive says "I'm here to help make the day go a little better for you." Straight away it gives you a good impression of the whole business. Even if you're there to complain. In fact that smiling personality usually takes the wind out of your grouch.
We won't talk about the opposite of a smiling face, but most of us have struck one at some stage.
We've got some good people on reception at the Marlborough Express, led by long-timer Lorri Taylor.
Her bight-and-breeziness improves the day of anyone who walks through our door. Even if she hasn't met them before - which is not often - she makes them feel like they are the most important person to walk in that day. She gives them her full attention and sorts out what they need.
We saw a few dolphins in the distance the first season I was taken out sailing, and one night a couple even came close to the boat.
That was pretty cool.
Last season I don't think we saw one dolphin. Luck of the draw.
And this season it has been pretty much the same. Until Tuesday night.
Coming down the windward leg towards the third mark (and please be impressed with this sailing talk that was once a complete mystery) we could see a pod of dolphins playing in the distance.
It's still just cold, grey concrete and steel, but the new Civic Theatre in Blenheim is starting to take shape.
Some of the 10 metre high concrete slab walls have gone up on the Clubs of Marlborough side of the building, each one weighting 18 tonnes. This shows progress.
But unless you walk along Hutcheson St and peer through the security fences, you don't get any real idea of what's going on - and what has been done.
I was with a group who got a tour of the building site on Friday afternoon, with project manager Tim Smit and theatre trust chairman Kevin Moseley as our guides.
Most of the work so far has been below ground level - driving in the foundation piles nearly 30 metres, getting the concrete structure for the basement poured, trucking in the big pre-cast wall panels. These are topped with pre-cast floor panels, with a layer of concrete poured across the top.
Leave town for a while and grow up. It's good advice given to a lot of young people. Some go to university and get it out of the way. Some go on an OE. Some go to the city or another town to work.
A few years back it was the best way to test the boundaries of acceptable behaviour without that behaviour being talked about all over town. Everyone at uni was doing it. No-one in London or Sydney or Auckland knew you so it didn't matter.
Not that we really did much wrong, back in the day. It was just part of growing up.
It's not quite so easy for kids these days.
They are the most connected generation yet - switched on and hooked in. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, blogspot, the internet, texting. Anything they do is up there in an instant for all their mates to admire and share and comment on.
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