Marty

A funny thing happened to me on my walk downtown the other evening. Or, I should say, a funny person happened to me. The funny person was Marty Nadler. I love Marty - who doesn't? Marty comes to us via Hollywood, where he was a writer for the Laverne and Shirley show, among others. Marty is ours now and has become a local celebrity, performing comedy around the island and gracing us with his wit and charm wherever he happens to be. I often see him strolling on Upper Main Street after his dinner at Atria (his adopted home - he seems to be under the delusion that he owns the place), always friendly, and always dressed impeccably. I've long suspected, however, that Marty is one of the up-islanders who, when he gets back home, tells his friends, "I never go to Edgartown," you know, the way they love to do, especially in the aisles of Cronig's, exaggerating and drawing out the word n-e-v-e-r very dramatically (up-islanders seem to live for opportunities to say those five words). That's okay, I've seen him here, and now I've got a photo to prove it. I told him, "You'd better be careful, or you'll end up in my blog." He said, "You'd better put me in your blog." I love Marty.