While we were walking around Redondo Pier, my brother steered me and his wife over to the pearl store. You pay to choose an oyster, and whatever pearl it contains is yours.

Linda and I each selected our oyster and the proprietress went to work shucking them and extracting our pearls. Linda got a cream-colored one. Mine was silver.

Brother sprang for mounting them too. Sweet!

Linda chose a pendant.

I chose a ring.