We spent the last week researching and writing a story about lighthouses that will appear sometime soon in the Boston Globe (bostonglobe.com). We, of course, have been visiting them from land and during the day, but David has enduring and fond memories of lighthouses in Maine’s Penobscot Bay.

In the pre-GPS days, when he worked on an old salt’s small trawler, he can recall navigating at night by distant lights winking at each other across the bay. His heart would leap when he rounded Sears Island and suddenly saw the pint-sized light of Belfast harbor flashing in the distance. Coming home for a late dinner. In summertime, that usually meant lobster.

These days, when we want lobster, we’re more likely to stop at the Clam Shack in Kennebunkport, which is where the lobster roll above was purchased, photographed, and devoured. It remains one of the sweetest tastes of New England summer.