Yesterday I flew to Tangier Island with a good friend, a true friend, a real friend. I went to reclaim it nearly one year after my first magical visit, to touch my wheels softly on the runway, to walk along the footbridge past the water tower and the dilapidated boats, to inhale the soft suggestion of spring, to listen to the salty bay, to search in vain for a souvenir, to savor the remains of last season’s crab cakes, to remember — because I can never forget.
