News and Events for Nantucket Island
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 […]
by Robert P. Barsanti If there is hope, it lies in Comic-Con. I have been dragged into the tradition of going to Comic Con in Boston. Rourke dresses up in his Cosplay (costume), and I drive him into the convention center in the new South Boston where he joined a […]
by Robert P. Barsanti Peace comes at a premium in August. It hides in the shadows and corners, away from the linen and the hydrangea. It steps back from the traffic, the shoppers, and the selfies, and settles itself on hard and varnished wood in St. Mary’s. Inside, the air […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
by Robert P. Barsanti Summer came like a hangover. One night in June, the ocean hung over us in drops and drips. Then, in the morning, the sun shouted in through the drapes, the tiles got wet, and everything smelled stale. Outside, the growing world leapt at the light. Black-eyed […]
by Robert P. Barsanti The Fourth of July slips onto Nantucket under cover of fog and in a long series of jammed ferry boats. Then, on a someday around noon, we find ourselves stuck in traffic by the high school in front of New Jersey and behind Connecticut. The Fourth […]
by Robert P. Barsanti Close friends of mine are lucky enough to live at one of the right addresses. As a result, nine months out of the year they have no neighbors within a well struck two iron. In the summer, the street is a hive of activity. They tell […]
