Finding Huck: Adventures Down Yonder Short Stories From Estero Island

The island was ours, far from the cities, bordered by the Gulf of Mexico and ancient Estero Bay.

We were free. Settled among seven miles of sugar sand beach, palm and pine forests, waters full of fish and a population small enough to know each face, each name. It was the fifties and America was at peace, nowhere more so than on this skinny, dead-end island blessed with clean tropic breezes and the best of neighbors. A time before street lights and stop lights and highrise buildings and huck...