Our first Thanksgiving on the island seemed strange. After all, I was accustomed to Puritans and northern Indians, a barren November landscape, food designed to warm the body and ward
There is a controlled burn on the mainland. Acrid smoke hangs heavy in the air; its path covers everything and blurs my vision. We’re told the burn is necessary
We are approaching a holiday weekend, and the island throngs with visitors. At one of the nearby rental houses, a very loud party took place, music throbbing, voices shouting rather