Islands are mythic places. Crossing water to reach them, it is easy to feel that we are leaving the complexities of everyday life for an elemental world governed by the natural rhythms of sun and wind
Sneakboxes on the bay. Fishing for weakies and bluefish. Ten-cent beers and formal yacht club dances. A fifteen-year-old bell boy parking cars at one of the grand hotels. Trains crossing the bay on a
