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“Have you ever had a job before?” Harry stuck his hand out to me, and I shook it. I was pretty sure he didn’t mean the astronomy internship I’d had looking at exoplanets with other teenagers for a fixed stipend. “Yes,” I lied. He was tall, with a weather-beaten face and sparse white hair, swaying like the deciduous forests that [...]
One glorious and balmy summer weekend in the late 1990s, I sat in the house my parents built for their retirement, enjoying the spectacular view of Gardiner’s Bay. A flotilla of sailboats lilted in the wind, guided by red buoys that demarcated a channel in the otherwise shallow waters. My gaze shifted southeast, towards Napeague, the spit of land that [...]
