We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I lived in the town (Winthrop, MA) which is home to those particular egg digestors.
Deer Island (technically one of the Boston Harbor Islands) is attached to Winthrop by a small causeway and has been used over time for everything from a county jail to a copper smelting concern. The town asked for mitigation funds in exchange for the general disruption to the town, and in addition required the MWRA to rehab some of the historic buildings for their use and create greenspace which would be open to the public.
The greenspace opened in 2002, with beautiful walking paths that circled the edges of the compound, and hilltop paths that allowed for incredible 360 degree views. Believe it or not, the MWRA did an incredible job with the landscaping, planting native grasses and wildflowers and using reclaimed water to irrigate. Sections along the harbor side have benches and lawn area suitable for picnicking and sunbathing. On a clear winter night you could look off to the east and see the aircraft lights sparkling like a string of diamonds as they queued up for landing at Logan. In the summer you could watch the sun set over the Boston skyline and see an ever-changing variety of shipping traffic moving through the harbor. My husband and I ran there at least three days a week all year round and while I'm no running enthusiast, the venue did make it easier. I miss it at this time of year, when the evening light is soft and the air is sultry.
The problem is that it never will really be yours. National Historic Lighthouse Preservation Act means that at anytime some government busy body can come by to complain about your repairs or upkeep. Buying one of these lighthouses would be as idiotic as buying in a historic district.
I'm all for saving old buildings but you are not the owner if someone else controls what you can do with it just by issuing you a letter. You are just the sucker providing the funds.
I once had a lady friend who built a house on land adjacent to the New London light in Connecticut. She and her husband bought the land from the lady who had bought the light house from the government.
Apparently, one can sever the land bought with the lighthouse.
Between the light and the new home was their private beach on Long Island Sound.