President Obama likes to vacation on Martha’s Vineyard.
I love how we have so much in common!
Judy Blume even wrote a book that showcases Martha’s Vineyard as a character in her own right.
I haven’t been back to Martha’s Vineyard in more than ten years, but it is still my most favorite place in summer. You can go berry picking, clip flowers on a flower farm, visit an active vineyard, beach-hop, shove your face with lobster rolls and fried clams, and the list just goes on.
And because I have not had a chance to go back in recent years, it has morphed into a sort of Camelot in my mind: Packed with magical and poignant moments, and offering up memories of summer ecstasy to offset the ones of my awful childhood summers. Like drinking a jug of chocolate milk to get that bad taste of cod liver oil out of your mouth.
My Martha’s Vineyard days gets my mind out of the funk of remembering that summers didn’t mean vacation for us. Summer just meant long, heavy days of sweating and agonizing in high heat because we never had an air conditioner. (And what’s all the brouhaha about staycations? We were doing those from way back.)
So, what is all this grief that President Obama is getting for spending some time with his family on MV? Can a black man just get some time off, y’all? And our President at that. He hardly gets any time off and he’s the one among us who probably needs it the most.
Is it that the critics think Martha’s Vineyard is not an Every Man locale? Would they shut up if he went to the Jersey shore (if that behemoth of a governor would move over and make some room)? They need to stop begrudging him his time in his Camelot. After all, we all deserve it: Rich or poor. Immigrant or native. President or Korean.
Isn’t it just good to know there’s such a place in this world?