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Robert P. Barsanti

beach leaves | Nantucket, MA

Waves of the Future

by Robert P. Barsanti When you mow a lawn in September, you mow for yourself and the hawks. Perhaps not for the voles and the mice. The grass that once hid them has been mulched and they have to take their fuzzy chances in the open. Around us, the neighbors …

Yachts | Nantucket, MA

The Responsibility of Privilege

by Robert P. Barsanti It has gotten later in September. Downtown, the stores are closing earlier in the evening. Fewer clerks and salespeople wander the racks, and the man behind the register is a good bit older. He may be doing the crossword when you walk in, and he may …

Pink Umbrella | Nantucket, MA

Once Upon a Time on Labor Day

by Robert P. Barsanti Labor Day comes late this year. For most of my life, Labor Day was my true birthday. When I was much younger, it marked the moment when I got a year older; suddenly I was in sixth grade or I was in high school or was …

Aerial | Nantucket, MA

The Shadow of Nantucket

by Robert P. Barsanti The thunderstorms cleared the air last night and brought back the stars. I found them when I was evaluating the soaked car upholstery. In the clear 3 AM air, the stars hung low in the early morning. The early morning dark lets you know your place …

boys on beach | Nantucket, MA

Cheerios and Popsicles

by Robert P. Barsanti Recently, we entertained a very old confirmed bachelor, my Uncle Oswald. He babysat the kids, played in the surf, and read them stories at night. Oswald gave them airplane rides in the backyard and shoulder rides in the waves. In short, he was a wonderful houseguest …

yellow truck | Nantucket, MA

So Much Depends on a Yellow Pickup

by Robert P. Barsanti Sunday broke into a red sky at morning. At five in the morning, the sun poked through a hole in the fog over Monomoy and lit up the Pacific Bank on Main Street. I thought I was alone on Main Street for this singular sight, but …

Beach Money | Nantucket, MA

Dayenu

by Robert P. Barsanti I found a one hundred dollar bill. The fates pushed it up through the sand at Nobadeer at seven o’clock in the morning while my Boon Companion was out chasing a water bottle and the seagulls were waiting for me to leave an open bag of …

Lines | Nantucket, MA

The Lines of July

by Robert P. Barsanti Lily Pulitzer came in the front door, skipped ahead of both the order and the pick up line, and demanded her sandwiches. She explained. “I have an Uber.” “And she knows how to use it.” A plumber explained. There was laughter (for most) and confusion (for …