By Bobby Wiskera

There is a place and a time.  There is a mythical place in the Scottish Highlands, Brigadoon, that appears, out of the mist only once every 100 years.  And a magical place called Shangri La, where one never grows old and each day is as beautiful as the last.   And Neil Young sings of “Sugar Mountain”. “Where you can’t be twenty and you’re leaving there too soon.”

And there is a magical place, an island, on the eastern seashore where myth and legend and mystery abound.

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