New Bedford is a down-to-earth city that has always gone down to the sea. Herman Melville memorialized its whalers in ``Moby-Dick," and Ahab , Starbuck , and Queequeg still cast long shadows on those Quaker streets of uneven granite paving stones. But today's stars of the waterfront are mostly Portuguese fishermen whose trawls and dredges haul the most valuable fish catch (mostly groundfish and scallops) in the country. The golden age of whaling, roughly 1820-85, has been captured in amber (or ambergris) by a national park, but New Bedford has a future, too. Preservationists have been quietly saving the handsome old downtown buildings for decades, and the Star Store campus of UMass-Dartmouth's College of Visual & Performing Arts has injected a critical mass of youthful energy, artistic intensity, and cockeyed optimism into the city. Ishmael's drizzly ``November of my soul" has been exorcised at last, as surely as the fog lifts ahead of the sweet breezes of a westerly.