06/19/15 4:30pm
ELEANOR P. LABROZZI PHOTO | Ask an Islander about the ferries and be prepared for stories.

ELEANOR P. LABROZZI PHOTO | Ask an Islander about the ferries and be prepared for stories.

Those of us who live on Shelter Island know that it’s a unique place and one reason is because if you live here you must use the ferry. (I am aware that many locals have access to the secret tunnel, but the last time I mentioned the tunnel I got in trouble, so let’s not go there. Literally.)

For Islanders, locals, visitors, those just crossing the Island to get somewhere else, rich, poor, young or old — and that covers just about everyone — these ferry boats are the common bond that unites us all. And oh, do we have stories. (more…)

04/29/15 4:30pm
COURTESY PHOTO | Enchanted and enchanting, as always. Mimi Brennan as Tatiana in a 1964 production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’

COURTESY PHOTO | Enchanted and enchanting, as always. Mimi Brennan as Tatiana in a 1964 production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’

“Our Mimi” is how many Island residents think of that energetic wisp of a woman, who for two decades, played such a pivotal role in this community. Just about everyone who lives here knew her, or of her, but may not have realized that Mimi’s real name was Mary Jane Gross Brennan. (more…)

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02/17/15 12:00pm
REPORTER FILE PHOTO | Bucks players are looking for families to host them for the summer season.

REPORTER FILE PHOTO | Bucks players are looking for families to host them for the summer season.

For several years we talked about hosting a Shelter Island Buck for the summer baseball season, but there were always reasons why it wasn’t convenient. We are so busy, we have too much company, the house is a wreck — it’s amazingly easy to find a reason to not do something. But finally last year we decided to give it a try. (more…)

08/31/14 12:00pm
BEVERLEA WALZ PHOTO

BEVERLEA WALZ PHOTO

Our house is quiet. Eerily quiet.

Now and then I hear a sound from the bedrooms upstairs; a bang, a thunk or a ca-clunk. But whatever’s making noises above my head is either a raccoon or a ghost. Our most recent occupants have vacated the premises and we are, once again, home alone, just like countless others who hold their breath and cock their heads — the standard pose of empty nesters — when they stop to listen to the phantom echoes. (more…)