On Amity Island, the sun always shines. Everyone knows your name. Parades break out spontaneously on the main street. So charming, so joyful is Amity that once you visit as a sunscreen-slicked beach-goer you’ll spend the rest of your life plotting ways to return. A spot high on Livability’s Top 100 Best Places to Live list is practically guaranteed.
Two problems: Amity Island is fictional. And Amity Island has a little shark problem. As the setting for the 1975 Steven Spielberg classic "Jaws," an old favorite of mine with which I traumatized my family recently, Amity and its denizens are as much a part of the movie as the (mechanical) shark itself. This story isn’t just man vs. shark. It’s place vs. shark.