I remember the Nantucket of Prestons Airport lounge, Cy's diner, the Bosun's Locker... trips on the Nobska, playing pool at the Chicken Box and milkshakes at the Dairy Bar... waiting at The Hub each morning for The Globe to come in on the first boat.

In those days the Seven Seas gift shop sold junk souvenirs for working class tourists, not "highly designed wonderful antiques and fine art." My Nantucket is long gone, increasingly replaced by a playground for super-rich New Yorkers.

It's too bad.