The Vineyard’s Own Indiana Jones

David Bramhall was my friend for a very long time. The first time I ever saw him was in Menemsha. He had a pack of Luckies rolled up in his T-shirt, was drop-dead gorgeous and had just come back from swordfishing with Danny Bryant. He always had this aura of mystery about him, being a shy, almost aloof person. That was in the late 1950s.