More than a decade ago, a landscape architect friend from Rhode Island brought us a house-warming gift when we had a cottage in Menemsha.

Editor’s note: The following speech was delivered at the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School graduation Sunday.

After playwright Jon Lipsky, who was my father, died, the seed was planted for posthumously publishing eight of his finest plays.

I retired from 20 years of teaching in 1986, which means that I have been retired longer that I taught.

As with all of us, life is a series of stages and transitions. Years of joy and trepidation. Times of fun and despair. Or just plain time.

The glimpses that are available today of areas over which the walker of years ago used to travel with freedom and ease of movement.