Mid-July wasn’t long after the summer solstice, meaning the sun rose around five and so did Drayco. It was the best time to take a run along the sand-filled road in front of the Lazy Crab and avoid the oppressive heat. The neighbor he’d run past on his last visit wasn’t outside this time. A look at the front told why—“For Sale” letters decorated a small yellow sign. Hadn’t the man said his family lived there for six generations?
With the Wallops Island spaceport twenty miles up the road increasing its profile, it wouldn’t be long before the sleepy lower end of the Eastern Shore faded like photos stashed in Reece’s Historical Society cabinets. The controversial condo development issue Drayco faced three months ago was one more sign of the inevitability of change. Even to an aviation and sp
