Norton Point really is just a stone’s throw from its likely reattachment point. Granted you’d really have to give that stone a good throw.

Had some weather. A bit of wind. Touch of snow. Not unlike living inside a snow globe in the grips of an obstreperous toddler eating chocolate.

Now is your chance to get a last look at the Katama opening. Park at the Wasque fishermen’s lot to get a bird’s-eye view right down at the gradually and assuredly diminishing channel.

I like gray — a good gray flannel suit is always nice. A well-weathered gray cedar shingle evokes a pleasant feeling. But there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

Gossip has reached my ears that Bart Heywood has tied the knot. I wouldn’t want to besmirch the bride’s good name by mentioning it in this column, but I hear that she’s a Cottage street gal, Edgartown that is.

Warning: the following column is rife with half-truths, ridiculous exaggerations, and general flights of the author’s fancy (in other words, pretty much like all his columns).

Everyone is invited to the Chappy Community Center on Wednesday, Jan. 7, for the very first potluck of the new year. The honored hosts will be Emily Davis and Quincy Dewing.

We were all saddened to hear that a scion of Chappy, Dodi Silva, passed away recently. With each passing brick of Chappy’s foundation, we lose some of the integrity of our little island.

On Tuesday, Chappy got two full inches of rain. As long as it’s raining we might as well get plenty. Salt water surged around the footings of the ferry house and the wind gusted to 50 mph.

Some people say that they are allergic to the holidays. I believe that I truly am. Every year about this time, I come down with some sort of turkey fever.