Decades of Nor’easters had taken their toll on the tall, exposed wooden structure at the very end of the craggy outcropping. The old fisherman had heard the tragic tales of lives lost when, before the lighthouse was constructed, fishing boats crashed into those rocks during storms.

He remembered coming here as a kid to watch the lighthouse being built, fascinated by what seemed to his young eyes to be a Herculean effort to pour the concrete that would serve as its base and moor the tower to the rocky, uneven protuberance.

It took the better part of a year for the workers to complete the tower and to get the lighthouse operational. When it was finally finished, it was a thing of beauty, a work of art.

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