I grew up in Sayville. Many of my happiest memories are like photos fallen from an album: the sound of the West Sayville Drum and Bugle Corps carrying across town while a truck sprayed our street with DDT. A rare trip to Flo’s and then Carvel, or maybe to the new McDonald’s in Brightwaters, when mom used to take us boys to feed the ducks. Sailing my sailfish everywhere. Sledding behind the car. Skating at Camp Edy. Driving to Shirley after church and staying in the water until it was time to come home. Walking home from school with David Pople. Croquet in the front yard.  My happiest memories are snapshots of freedom, without any moral baggage. They are not accompanied by “lessons learned”.…