Cuttyhunk Days

As mentioned in a recent column, my wife and I developed a mythology about Cuttyhunk Island (population maybe 50) while on vacation there a couple of weeks ago -- one involving the sacrifice, by locals, of tourists to the sinister fish gods. Then, while visiting the Cuttyhunk Public Library, we happened to notice a copy of Shirley Jackson's short fiction atop the stack of newly returned books. Not that this proves anything, of course.

Here is my short guided tour, filmed with a digital camera as Rita drove the golf cart. I think there may be three or four trucks on the island. Everybody else drives golf carts. Unfortunately we did not take pictures of the more pimped-out ones.