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How to measure summer? Number of beach days. Number of fish caught. Number of stars in the sky. Number of hours worked.
On Sept. 6, the Wednesday after Labor Day, the United States Coast Guard will perform safety inspections on both Chappaquiddick ferryboats.
At this point, my mind bears a striking likeness to a late summer hazy day. It’s a touch cloudy, a tad frazzled and in a slight state of disarray.
Ah, September! The heat and humidity have dissipated. Roads are a little more clear, fewer joggers pounding their knees and hips to bits on the tar.
How many for Labor Day? Mom would ask at supper the week before. We had to account for ourselves and guests so she could order food.
Cairns, those manmade piles of stones and rocks, have been around for 40,000 years and are our oldest form of communication.
I’m more than half Southern, but I grew up in Massachusetts. Until recently I thought of Confederate statues as a matter of heritage and history.
I hope elected officials on Martha’s Vineyard were watching as more than half a dozen states took steps to remove monuments to the Confederacy.
Susanna Styron emailed me that she would be showing her documentary Suspended Sentence in Chilmark.
This letter is in response to past articles about the Steamship Authority considering changing freight runs.
One of the memorable places of summer is the water’s edge.
Squibnocket Beach and Pond is threatened by a minority of Chilmark officials and voters.