I’ve got last day blues. They are as blue as the waves crashing on Squibnocket when I flash my beach pass for the last time.
I was dreaming away on our back deck in Menemsha when the first drops arched over the railing.
Walking into my first college class at the age of 38 I should have known my world was about to expand.
Indian summer weather greeted the opening of the 1952 seventh annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass Derby.
I have noticed how dirty and unkempt the airport is. I am ashamed that this is the first thing visitors see when they land on our beautiful Island.
I just noticed that the town of Oak Bluffs (or someone) has cut the wetland grasses and cattails on South Circuit avenue alongside Farm Pond.
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