The airport laundromat
It rain rain rained all night, but when I rose around 6 a.m. clearing looked like a definite possibility. Weather Underground agreed. The laundromat opens at 8; we were there by 8:30.
Laundromats can be great catch-up-on-gossip community centers. The one at Alley’s — where Back Alley’s then Garcia’s once were; the space is now occupied by the brand-new 7a deli — was like that. So was the one in Oak Bluffs where Offshore Ale now stands. The airport laundromat isn’t like that. Most people who use it drop their stuff off and come back later to collect it. In winter I’m often the only customer; even in summer there are rarely more than two or three others doing laundry.
On Martha’s Vineyard these days nearly every household has its own washer and dryer. Guest houses and in-law apartments often have them too. Community takes a hit whenever everyone can afford their own, but we’re doing a pretty good job of surviving the dearth of laundromats: information flows through and congregates at Offshore Ale and 7a at least as well as it did when the washers and dryers were spinning.
Airport sign with sidekick
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 
Muskoka chairs in the fresh air and sunshine (or do you call them Adirondack chairs?). Nice!
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They’re Adirondack chairs here, and around New England, I think. The Adirondacks are on the psychic map of most New Englanders. “Muskoka” is new to me. I rarely see anyone sitting in those chairs. In summer the sun is unrelenting, and the parking area is “paved” with ground-up clamshells. White! Glare! Hot!
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It’s very cute, at least from the outside–unlike most laundromats. But I suspect everything on Martha’s Vineyard is attractive.
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