Trudging through standing water in the midst of a rainstorm, I felt a bit like the mariner who had once lived in the residence at Edgartown on Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts. Beneath an arch, I pushed through a garden gate, past a long wooden table and chairs, pots of flowers taking a beating from the downpour, up a ramp, and into the French door as I had been instructed.
He must have noticed my arrival before my fingers ever touched the door handle. I had no sooner stepped inside of the house—inn really—than a smiling face approached, welcoming me to Noepe. Introductions commenced, the delicious aroma of something from the kitchen wafting through the warm interior calling him back to tend to dinner.
Picture taken by Craig Clement
That was how I met Jack Sonni.
That is generally how all of the residents…
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