ACK ’08

August 6th, 2008

NantucketOver the years, I’ve invested a lot in the restorative powers of Nantucket.

For me, for better or worse, true or false, the island has provided significant counterpoint to this island.

Still, the place was something of an acquired taste.

I first visited Nantucket just a few months after moving to Manhattan. I was living with my brother, surviving on hot dogs and generic Tang paid for by the $5/hour I was earning keeping the Men’s Journal equipment closet.

My mother, perhaps sensing a post-collegiate slump, invited me to crash on the couch of the condo she’d rented downtown. When she spotted my tattered t-shirt and shabby sneakers, she whisked me to Main Street for a welcome Preppy Makeover.

It was quaint then: tree-lined, stop light-free, cobble-stone streets. But it had a stuffy air of New England exclusivity.

Even in my Topsiders and cable knit sweater, though, I felt like an imposter.

Years later, following a hiatus, the tenor of my mother’s descriptions changed. No longer ballyhooing cute shops, tony restaurants, or the crowded harbor, she began to talk about long, lazy afternoons, wind through dune grass, light on the bay, and shifting sands.

And then, one afternoon, she said, “You’ll never believe who I met today,” and Madaket became Mister Rogers and our neighborhood.

That was 2001.

I haven’t missed a summer since.

When I speak of Nantucket now, I speak of the wild, desolate, (comparatively) downtrodden West End.

Windows are streaked with sea salt. Sheets are damp with dew. And a fire is often called for at night, even in August.

There’s no corner store, or video store, or dress shop.

Three Jeeps at sunset constitutes a traffic jam. Thousands of clusters of stars constitutes a skyline. A few squawking seagulls constitutes a racket.

On the way out of the office tonight, a colleague inquired, “Will you be live blogging your vacation?”

Alas, no.

Tomorrow morning, when Abbi and I hop our one hour flight to Nantucket, my Blackberry and laptop will remain here in New York.

And when I return to work Tuesday morning, will the tranquility of the sky (uncrowded save for the stray passing commuter flight), the serenity of sea (dotted as it is with white sails), and the still of the sand (edging slowly towards Tuckernuck) keep me tranquil, serene, and still?

Probably not.

But it won’t be far.

Nantucket is always just around the corner, just around the bend, and slightly past the horizon.

4 Responses to “ACK ’08”

  1. Elizabeth ( Blisland, UK )  Says:

    Good for you, Benjamin…rest.

  2. Mike  Says:

    Rock on Benjamin. Sometimes you just gotta get out there and chill out. I’m actually in a New Orleans airport right now waiting for my ride down to the ocean we’re i’ll be on a 3 day fishing trip. This is the time to unwind!

  3. craig goldstein  Says:

    Hey Benjamin
    once again we miss you by a day… we had a great time on island. i hated to drive back once again. with VMA hell coming up this was good for Laura and I and I am sure it will be good for you and Abby. Thanks for almost helping with operation “bottle grab”. say hello to the cisco guys, eat as many downey flake doughnuts as you can and try the dinner at Jetties beach this year.

  4. RochelleBrennan  Says:

    Some time ago, I did need to buy a good car for my firm but I did not have enough money and could not order anything. Thank goodness my comrade suggested to try to get the credit loans at reliable bank. Thence, I did that and used to be happy with my short term loan.

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