The island is abuzz. The halls have been decked. Chris has been working like mad to feed the weary travelers.
It’s tourist season.
Since whaling has gone out of fashion (thank goodness), tourism is what keeps the island going fa-la-la-la la-la-la-la. And when Nantucket does something, they do it right. Nearly every house and shop is trussed in old glory red and old glory blue.
Right down to the door knockers and lightship baskets.
Normally, extreme patriotism isn’t my thing. But, set on the backdrop of weathered cedar siding, crisp white trim, a salty ocean breeze, and cobblestone streets that probably existed before the Declaration of Independence, I can’t help from feeling the love welling up in my chest for our good ol’ red, white, and blue.
And put on a baby in the form of a red diaper, matching shoes, and blue-jean dress with a starry sash? Forget it.
I’m finding myself taking pictures of American flags and beautiful red cars; not to mention, making sure we do our part in the patriotic door decor department, all while listening to a 4th of July mix.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad. But, ’tis the season. And ’tis the place.
—Photo note:since my camera had a mishap at the beach, I’m stuck with only a cell phone.—