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Nantucket Essay

We’ll Keep Digging

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ It’s a good summer to give up on watching TV. Most of the good shows have called it a season, and every sport, save baseball, has finally sent their players home to their families and their countries. Baseball rolls on, of course, but baseball …

Next Time

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ In the summer, you see the most amazing things. I sat on the bench on South Wharf and watched a young man with lime green shorts and a white polo shirt eat a chocolate ice cream while he walked around and stared at his …

Yesterday's Island, Today's Nantucket

We Came Here Because of Here

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ The rain continues to fall. Heavy rain does funny things to the island; there is no place for all of that freshwater to go, other than the ocean. But before it gets to the ocean, it puddles in the parking lots, cross streets, and …

Nantucket Essay

Chains of Goodwill

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ At a South Shore beach, just up from Cisco, I looked up from my book to see two young men dragging a jet ski down to the water. Through careful and long practice, I have learned how to use sunglasses and eyed the progress …

Nantucket Essay | Yesterday's Island, Today's Nantucket

The Deference of Consideration

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ At the corner of Pleasant and Main Street, near the Three Bricks and in the shadow of the Hadwen House, a Silver Yukon took the privilege of making an unsignalled right turn in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and touched the …

Nantucket Essay, We the People

We the People

by Robert P. Barsanti I took the wrong turn today. I was driving out to Madaket and headed behind the Boy’s and Girl’s Club and up Pleasant Street when the time of the season, a Red Defender 90 with the top off, came to a halt in front of me. …

Quaker Meeting House | Nantucket, MA

Mending the World

by Robert P. Barsanti Every Sunday, at 11:30, I realize I am late for church. I come by this feeling honestly. My family came to St. Marie Goretti’s late as a regular habit, so much so that the Pastor had the wise idea that if he made my father a …

Building Sets for a Two-Week Film

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ In the last week, we have had our share of rain out here on the outermost dune. Those tropical downpours that usually spend themselves in North Carolina or, at least, on the mainland, have slipped up a stalled front and dumped inches of rain. …

Nantucket Essay by Robert Barsanti

A Youth Spent with Travis McGee

~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ The dump has many treasures. I have found many toys and shirts in the shed, and I have one son who will take almost every VHS tape he can find away from it. The tree does not grow far from the apple. I am …