It’s around 7:00 am on Friday morning, July 26, and I’m ankle deep in the beautiful water of Nantucket’s south shore. I hear an unusual sound over my left shoulder. I turn and see an oddly familiar object coming towards me, low and slow over the beach. I recognize that it’s the 11 million dollar helicopter that Vineyard Wind CEO Klaus Moller uses to pop over here when he is forced to put on his oh so sorry face and address his victims—you know us: the people who live, work, visit, and cherish the island of Nantucket. It was as if Klaus (or Hans Gruber, as some of my buddies refer to him), was trying to figure out what those of us who love the Nantucket shoreline might be thinking of his problematic but highly profitable wind turbine scheme. Well, folks, don’t you worry, your buddy Stevie let Klaus know that he was still Number One in my book. Had I not been reeling in my lure, he would have got the message in stereo.

essay by Robert P. Barsanti He was the only man on Main Street wearing a tie. She straightened it. The two of them were standing at the head of Main Street. The evening light was drifting down from the Pacific National Bank, through the elms, across the cobblestones, down to […]