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Nantucket Island in winter
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Nantucket in Winter

• by Robert Barsanti • On winter Sundays, I like to sit on a bench on Main Street. The weather rarely drives me inside or keeps my front door locked. The ocean has her gifts; one of her minor ones blows over the island and sends you to the sweaters […]

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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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Sharing September

• by Robert P. Barsanti • She stood at Children’s Beach at six o’clock in the morning.  The Eagle hummed with lights and activity, but otherwise the harbor was quiet and still.  Four ducks paddled past the sailboats, and their wake, eventually, rolled up on the beach.  The sun rose […]

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In the Spotlight

• by Robert P. Barsanti  • He has stopped in the crosswalk by the Hub at nine o’clock at night.  His phone and my headlights put him in a spotlight; however, because his earphones are in, he cannot hear my car.  Instead, he hits himself in the thigh, then begins […]

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Freedom Has No Tip Jar

• by Robert P. Barsanti • At the Juice Bar, the scoopers put up a sign over the ice machine that read “Relax, things could be worse.  You could be on this side of the counter.” When I found this sign, I was one of about thirty people with my […]

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Why I Walk

by Robert P. Barsanti I attended the funeral in Hillsboro, New Hampshire recently. My uncle, Nandy, had died relatively unexpectedly at age 88, at the end of a long laughing life.  Those who had survived gathered up in a small church in the hills of central New Hampshire to try […]

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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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Missing Blueberries

• by Robert P. Barsanti • I missed the blueberries this season.  On a day in the middle of the week, I walked to a spot in the middle of the island and found the branches bare.  Rather, they only held small BB’s which could have been blueberries in a […]