Greetings from Nantucket
It’s day five of privileged island living. Nantucket is beautiful and peaceful, while also conveying how life would be if you lived between the pages of a JCrew or a Vineyard Vinescatalog. We’ve rented bikes for the week, and ridden then almost all around the island. We’ve paddled kayaks all around the harbor, in between the 100 ft+ yachts. We’ve digested what seems like buckets of seafood.
Presently as I type this, I am lying on cisco beach, watching the smallest of planes appear out of the sky and dive bomb the even smaller ack runway.
The irony of my life stowed away in my suitcase and appeared on my vacation. For example, as I shop at incredible bougie places, I’m reading Consumed and noticing a lot of young kids sporting old luxury items. As I sat at the ER, with a wicked sore throat, the doctor says, “at least your feet are alright” (at which point he noticed my cortisone bruised and battered pre-surgery feet - and retracted his statement). I’m also currently experiencing what it is like to “live in a house with seven strangers…”. I’ve traveled to Nantucket with Mary and Walter, but we’ve been sharing a house with others from NYC, Boston and Jersey. We’ve made it through the forming and storming stages, and have started jelling in the norming phase.
The chestnut street special (aka nikon) has been out in full force. I’ve snapped pics while cruising on the bike, and while brunching at the white elephant. Never before have I seen such a concentration of beautiful children, houses and boats…
