Editor, Gazette-Journal:

There is a Big Man coming down Risby Town Road and he has an Axe in his hand.

As I sit on my porch this afternoon listening to the waves lap on the riprap, I’m watching the gulls and ospreys soaring high overhead and the sage green waters of Milford Haven flowing gracefully out the Hole in the Wall. It’s peaceful, it’s tranquil, it’s beautiful and I wonder how all this might change.

My dad, who grew up in Richmond, bought our little cottage on Gwynn’s Island 35 years ago and that was the beginning of his love affair with Gwynn’s Island and the Haven. When he and his wife Mod aged to where they could no longer care for it, he allowed me to buy it with the solemn promise I would forever keep it in our family. 

When I came to Gwynn’s Island 33 years ago from Atlanta with my young family, I felt like I was in a time warp to the past. Not a single traffic light, no traffic jams, tranquil and quiet with friendly, har...