When I was a kid I loved finding a certain type of small golden shell, yet they were very rare on the beaches I went to. One day I visited my godparents who had a house on Shelter Island (RIP Marvin and Lynn). On Wade's Beach I discovered these shells were more common than sand and filled my bathing-suit's pocket with them. It wasn't enough. I swore that when I returned I would walk the length of the beach and grab every one of those shells I could find. But I didn't go back...until now. Over a generation later I visited Joe, Laurel, Kym and Nessa, who rented a place there and fulfilled my destiny. Entering and leaving S.I.