Bis repetita placent. Some places we visit more often than others, even if only because the tide has pulled us there.

Dead Horse Bay tickles a few of our instincts, being a foraging lucky spot surrounded by tidal flats and overflown by JFK giants, much quieter than its Jamaica Bay cousin Broad Channel, and with the odd resurgence of half-a-century old glass and metal artifacts as a bonus or a curse depending on one’s point of view…