The first sign of a vibe shift occurring on Fire Island Pines were the three young men sitting in a row on the upper deck of the Friday 9:20 am ferry, sweating through their button-downs and dark gray slacks, surrounded by bare chests and four-inch inseams. “Are those Mormons?” one observer asks, glancing backwards. “They’re here to spread the good word,” jokes another.
The good word of Kamala Harris, that is. The cadre of aides with roller bags and North Face backpacks were...