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A Yankee Myth

• by Robert P. Barsanti • I left the island for supplies last week.  My island economy is hard fought and learned from years of stepping into an on-island hardware store or a clothing store for “just one thing…” and emerging with five things, each one markedly higher than their […]

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Autumn Entry

• by Robert P. Barsanti • The light remains in September.  The air clears, the fog settles, and sky glows throughout the afternoon into an operatic sunset.  To own a summer home on Nantucket is to also own the bankrupting irony of island living; the best weather comes after you […]

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Strange Customs

• by Robert P Barsanti • I have a puppy.  He has been growing and the honeymoon is ending, but he can turn heads on the street and pose for a picture with the occasional toddler.  While many dogs have been chased into and out of my life, he is […]

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Billion Year Beach

• by Robert P. Barsanti • I was thinking about how strange it is. My two boys and I have spent much of the summer at Cisco this year.  Freed from the predictable pattern of the pond, they run through the dunes, spray themselves with sun screen and plunge into […]

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No Seats Reserved for the Mighty

• by Robert P. Barsanti • Through a happy accident, I spent ten days on Kauai.  Hawaii is everything Elvis promised us it would be: beautiful flowers, great surf, and barbecue.  We spent days in a different ocean and nights under unfamiliar stars.  By the end of our stay, all […]

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The Touchstone

• by Robert P. Barsanti • His father and I sat in the wicker chairs and considered Sunday afternoon from the living room of the family summer house.  We sat in fifty-year-old bamboo chairs, with cold drinks, and the ticking of the afternoon soft in our ears.  Sometime soon, he […]

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Couch Surfing

• by Robert P. Barsanti • In late June, Nantucket sets us apart.  For the rest of the country, and the state, the first burns of summer arise.  The air builds a curtain of water, the heat pins everyone and everything down, and the clouds ascend into towers of thunder.  […]

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Books

• by Robert P. Barsanti • On this Sunday morning, the coffee is percolating, the coffee cake has been cut and tasted, and the newspaper is spread out over the table. Its various sections are weighed down by books. The house remains quiet. This is a house of bookcases.  They […]

Father's Day
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Father to Son

• by Robert P. Barsanti • At the Downyflake last weekend, I noticed that I took my coffee in the same way that my father did, regular with too much cream.  He drank his coffee every morning with the same slobbers of sugar and milk building up on the table […]