I go to a lot of weddings, but rarely as a guest. But Thursday I drove 5 hours North to get to Northeast Harbor and catch the mailboat to Islesford, Maine – also known as Little Cranberry Island.
The island is a fir and pine forest mainly inhabited by people who fish for lobster for a living. Though the lifestyle may seem romantic and appealing, I assure you it’s not. What it is though is community in it’s highest form – I think everyone on the island attended the wedding and reception.
What brought me there? The groom was my nephew, one of the world’s great people who married his equal when it comes to great people. (more…)