Fifty years ago, when Long Island still boasted miles of open space and a gallon of gas was less than 50 cents, the landscape was dotted with racetracks. There, the speed of the cars and bravery of the drivers were tested night after night, and adolescent boys like Ken Spooner were mesmerized by the danger and romance of the track. In 1996, Spooner wrote a book about the heyday of stock car racing on Long Island, and has now released a revamped edition
In Still’s turtle sanctuary, he should probably be called Blessed, although the red belly would have to share that name with 28 others. So well kept and lush is this private turtle safe house, it could be a Long Island attraction.