Summer's end, and the West Chop swimmer's raft is empty. Timothy Johnson

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Labor Day weekend sneaked up this year and caught the Island unawares. There we were, blissfully ensconced in the heat, the rush and the clamor of summer, still savoring beach days and ice cream cone nights, when over the shoulder the silent marauder appeared and — poof — September arrived.

And so as Labor Day arrives and the traditional summer exodus begins, all roads lead to the Steamship Authority where the lines are long and the boats are sold out in one direction only: to the mainland.

And Islanders are smiling, because they love September.


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