It is 1983, and Neil Macpherson is vacationing in the British Virgin Islands with his wife.
We were somewhere over the North Atlantic, halfway between New York and London, and so far our flight had been uneventful.
It was a drizzly morning in Kirkwall, a village in Scotland’s rugged Orkney Islands, but the villagers ignored the damp to gather on the d
Tomas, properly attired in a waiter’s white jacket and black tie, pauses graciously at his dinner guest’s left side and extends a silver p
The South Carolina low country, a pristine region of tidal creeks and serpentine rivers, mansions and marsh grass, provides some of the fi