I look upon places with eyes of love. Especially this place. The bustling harbor on the mouth of the Acushnet. The five glimmering lighthouses and the cobblestoned hill. The underground railroad and the Liberty Bell. The gentle plot of land where my mother is laid to rest. The City that Lit the World.

If you have the good fortune to be in Westport in mid-June, pull off at the nearest farm stand and buy yourself a pint of strawberries. Buy an additional pint for each member of your party - it’s an extravagance only afforded once a year.