I slept with my first beetle at age eight. Ours was a casual affair; two souls finding refuge on my grandmother’s pull-out sofa. But, as with...
Noisy Gli de From the Vineyard Gazette editions of June, 1983:
Wash Day Art As the green movement has grown, hanging out clothes has become de rigueur. Solar dryers, some call them, but around here they...
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First of all, welcome families and friends. Second, congratulations class of 2008. And third, I love you. My fellow graduates, we have been...
When I sat down to write this graduation speech, I did what any child of the nineties would do in my situation — I went on Google. I typed “...
Welcome. We’re here today to get approval to leave this place. To be told that we’re done, al fin, la fine. But if we were to place this...
Learning the Ropes Training young men and women in maritime skills would seem to be a natural and logical endeavor on an Island seven miles...
Even though I partied so much in college that I graduated magna cum lager, I went to class often enough that I still have a dream that is...

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