In a world of big box stores, uniformity, rushing hither and yon, in a city (NY) where people stand on line for $3 and $4 cup cakes; a world filled with the cacaphony of phones talking to each other in restaurants, theatres and sidewalks, there is a place far from the maddening crowd called Laurelton, especially in the 40s and 50s where civilization moved at a slower but steadier pace; where, as