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Suki Casanave '86G
Thu, 19 Jun 2014 16:00 -0400

The man in the black Cadillac showed up late in the summer of 1973. Plenty of people had seen him, driving back and forth along Bay Road, the ribbon of pavement that winds around the edge of New Hampshire's Great Bay between Durham and Newmarket. He was knocking on doors as he went, talking to property owners one by one. He wanted to buy land, he told them. For a bird sanctuary. For a family estate. For a golf course. People were mystified. Rumor had it there was money to be made. Lots of it. When the mysterious stranger in a black trench coat appeared on the doorstep of Nancy Sandberg's farmhouse, she bit her tongue and listened. No, she told him, she wasn't interested in selling. As soon as he was out of the driveway, Sandberg called her neighbors. Then she called a meeting. "We were...