A B17 circles overhead. Its sound and bulk conjure up nostalgia for a time I never lived. A couple marries on the front lawn of a prestigious inn. Three toddlers are convinced that, by spinning the ship’s wheel set up on the pier, they can make the ship go faster, faster, faster. They get too excited. One falls and scuffs a knee. His crying wakes his baby brother. A wedding song drifts over from the inn, and the event’s well-dressed photographer prances on the grass in high heels, planting herself in front of the bride’s parents as they rise from their chairs with hopeful smiles.