The other day, I waited on Surfside Road. I know all of the ways to duck around the traffic, slip up a dirt road, but I was listening to a radio and missed the turn. I was carrying two air conditioners to a house I was caretaking. With the heat and humidity of the summer on us, the owners wanted to cool off the bedrooms, at least. On the radio, the Harbormaster had sent out a message that pretty much all of the south shore was closed to swimming due to sharks. As for me, I was stuck behind a Defender 90 from New Jersey with five beach chairs hanging on a rack off the spare tire. And while I was sitting stock still in traffic, amazed at my own stupidity, I fell out of time.

For sixteen years, One Book, One Island (OBOI) has united the intrepid beings living on Nantucket Island throughout the raw, cold, and windy winter months. This collaborative community project, is designed to promote reading and community and encourage the whole population to read, reflect, and engage in themed activities that […]

by Robert P. Barsanti On Nantucket Island, winter weather is an entertainment.  In the rest of the world, nature doesn’t perform as often or as colorfully as it does out here on God’s Favorite Sandbar.  The good people of Wellesley and Darien don’t drive out at sunset to take another […]