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Two miles in front of our little skiff, near the south end of Shelter Island, a blast of water erupts…

The boat mustn’t have been more than sixteen feet long but from my perch in the bow, my father who…

When I got out of the truck last night, headed for a movie, I walked to the front bumper and…

A bluejay squawked from the tree line, giving me pause before entering the barn. As I scanned the woods for…