Posts Tagged ‘Nantucket’

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 sparkling Madaket Bay. This morning, I jogged past multi-million…

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 Thursday off). In fact, I opened my team’s annual MTV Video…

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 stragglers head back to Hyannis, Boston, and New York. Long-faced travellers in ACK t-shirts, island-logo’d…

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, potatoes, corn on the cob, all washed down with numerous pints…

I step out of the cottage into the sand. The sky grows light in the east. I can still make out the pale white halo of the Milky Way overhead. Orion has yet to dip below the horizon. The air is cool. A breeze blows out of the west. It is cool and dry. It…

My car departs at 4:45. I’ve packed swim trunks, running shoes, and my iPod. That’s it. Delta Shuttle departs Marine Air Terminal at six o’clock. I arrive Logan 6:56. I arrive Nantucket at nine a.m. The sweaty city may never hear from me again. I’ll be thinking of you. I promise.

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.…