by Jenny Benzie, Advanced Sommelier of Épernay The most wonderful time of the year on Nantucket has arrived, and that means there is a lot to accomplish in the next few weeks. Restaurant week will soon be approaching to leisurely enjoy a repast at your favorite local dining establishment without […]
Nantucket Essays
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Our World Needs Superheroes
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 […]
She Left Us Her Song
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]