GROWING UP IN MAINE, I learned that to gain respect you have to present yourself with a certain measure of pluck. I’d steeled my nerves many times as a kid: swimming in 40-degree water, bushwhacking through impenetrable forests and playing soccer against 200-pound 14-year-olds with full beards. A couple of decades later, on a trip back to my homeland, I found myself toughening up yet again on the stern of a 40-foot fishing boat. Milton Chute owned the boat and steered it out of Lubec, the easternmost town in America, at...

Source: Wall Street Journal June 06, 2018 16:18 UTC