Editor’s Note: What follows is an edited version of opening remarks delivered by the author at the annual Hutchins Forum at the Old Whaling Church.
In the 11th grade at a decent public high school in Memphis, I ran into extraordinary good luck. A brilliant young man in his mid-twenties, named...
Our airport has been mired in a sticky, sordid, struggle for some time now. It has persistently provoked people for years.
When I look up at the moon I see the past, in particular 46 years ago and a New York Times headline that read Men Walk On Moon. No exclamation point...
I have just been invited to go for a sail in my boat. I say my boat because Bluebeard was my boat for so long —thanks to the ministrations of dozens...
When I moved to the Island 15 years ago for a summer job, everything I owned fit into the back of my 1989 Ford Taurus station wagon. 
Nothing is worse than the marine head. Although the bathroom or toilet enclosure is called the head, I am referring to the device with the seat...
When I mentioned the term victory garden to folks while researching this story, they either drew a blank or thought I was talking about the PBS...
My car, a weather-beaten 20-year-old sedan, began to die while I was on the way to picking up my wife, son and his girlfriend at the fast ferry.

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