Skipping Stones on the Atlantic
Rain comes slowly to Waverly. Days pass without sunlight while puddles grow and swallow the streets. Boats can’t leave the harbor, so the downtown diners fill with fishermen staring out the portside windows at the rows of moored ships. About three years ago, the Cistern Café’s roof caved in during a particularly fierce nor’easter. Jonah Heller, my neighbor now of twelve years, was almost killed by a falling beam. The debris severed his legs below the knees. Now he’s in a wheelchair, but Jonah still goes out on the ocean to set lobster traps and whale watch. He built a ramp up to the pier...
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