News and Events for Nantucket Island
• 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 […]
• 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 […]
• 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 […]
• 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 […]
• by Robert P. Barsanti • He stands in board shorts and Yacht Club flip-flops at dawn on the Steamship Wharf and watches the colors spill over the eastern horizon. Then he puts his sun glasses back on. Summer can’t leave yet. He remains on the stand-by list. He parked […]
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 […]
• by Robert P. Barsanti • His name popped up on my screen and a chime announced his fortieth birthday. He had been a student and, to my mind, he still was. He would always be the long haired Spiccoli in board shorts and Vans, napping in the back of […]
