I grew up on Martha’s Vineyard. Every now and then when the island appears in the news memories of my childhood come back to me. The latest occurrence—the great De Santis airlift—was wacky and whimsical. Observing from afar, as an Israeli Jew closing in on retirement, it seemed dream-like, unreal. And remembering other t…
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