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You gather your clothes off the line, rinse the salt from your body in the outdoor shower, shake the sand from your shoes, and fold everything away. In your carry-on you stow a new balsa wood glider, Cisco Brewery cap, one liter of Triple 8 vodka, and a Lightship-red Nantucket T. Inside, you carry the…

Can you remember the last time you went to bed before nine o’clock? I can’t. Prior to last night. It’s a little odd to have a weekday to one’s self: no deadlines, commitments, obligations. It enables one to walk out the back door for a quick peak at the bay, and keep walking ’til sundown.…

I am lying on my back in the sand waiting on a shooting star. The surf rolls and crashes all around. The Milky Way stretches out overhead like a sideways halo. And then it happens as quickly as it hadn’t: streaking eastward across the gauzy veil of stars, a shining speck of dust glows bright…

We are moments away from the start of the Second Annual Mr. Rogers’ Memorial Madaket Triathlon. And The Race Director, yours truly, is extremely hung over. I slept all the way to Nantucket yesterday — both flights, including the eight-seat prop plane. It didn’t seem quite real when I got here, which may have been…

It is 4:09 a.m. “Knock On Wood,” is, fittingly, on the clock radio. I wake immediately, sit straight up, throw off the covers, swing my legs off the edge of the bed, and place my bare feet squarely on the wood floor. It is not the usual slow morning start. This is one of those…

My mother was flipping through photos from last week’s Canal Room show. “You look so tired,” she said. “I can always tell what’s going on with you from your eyes.” That was a pretty major bummer as a kid ‘cuz there was no faking her out. I couldn’t play sick to avoid school; she’d just…