Bouncing Off A Satellite

The last twenty-four hours have been a study in contrasts. Tuesday night, I woke to the sound of crickets, wind, and waves. This morning, I woke to the sound of air horns, sirens, and traffic. Wednesday morning, I jogged past modest, gray clapboard houses on a...

Whisper (A Million Different Voices Speaking In Tongues)

I was touching the spirit world well prior to slipping beneath the covers last night. Likewise, I expect, tonight. Wednesday’s Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall left me reeling well into Thursday (as, I suspect, it did Casey and Chris — though they had...

ACK

The Nantucket Municipal Airport is straight out of TV’s “Wings,” all faded paint and gray clapboard. In fact, I’m pretty sure I spotted Thomas Haden Church behind the Cape Air counter. The place is unhurried, even as Labor Day Weekend...

Thirty-Five Wishes

I have looked forward to celebrating my 35th birthday in Nantucket for well over a year. I imagined a hand-picked group of my closest, oldest, most gregarious, and strongest friends sitting around a blazing beach fire, full from a three course feast of lobster,...