As brisk nights of fall have us closing windows and digging out sweaters, sailors begin thinking about hauling and storing the boat for the winter.

For those of you who missed the women of the year champagne brunch this past Sunday at the Harbor View Hotel you missed an amazing experience.

I read of the death of Father Herman Page recently in your paper.

Last night I attended a meeting of the selectmen about the plans for the reconstruction of Beach Road.

There is considerable virtue in an autumn rain, and some even in an autumn gale.

When fall begins to come, the moonlight changes its character and grows more nostalgic than ever.