Okay, I know I’m a feminist, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but something I saw in my backyard really upset me. I was feeding my flock. Aside from their usual cracked corn, I had some unfinished pieces of pizza and I tossed them out. The boys immediately beat the female turkeys to the pizza remnants. One female managed to get a corner of a pie in her mouth. A male went up to her and took it right away. I am going to have to start consciousness raising meetings for those girls!

In better news, my Broken Wing who has not visited for six days swooped over the porch, walked right up to the barrel of cracked corn and demanded his dinner. Some things never change. Nice to see him again.

There are more people to thank who have gone the distance for me in this state of emergency: Fred Mascolo of Trader Fred’s, Molly Coogan at Bunch of Grapes, and darling Kelly at the Vineyard Vet Clinic. They have gone out of their way to provide me with what I require.

Thank you, John Schilling, for years of service as our fire chief. And congratulations to Greg Leland, our new fire chief. These men keep the town running.

I was misinformed about Memorial Day remembrances. A very scaled back but meaningful remembrance was held our our town cemetery on Monday. It included the laying of wreaths, some words and John Schilling playing Taps. As is the custom now, some participated by showing up to observe in a procession of cars.

Speaking of a procession of cars, the most effusive and beautiful parade was held for Celeste Ewing at 5 p.m. on Monday. We could not let Celeste turn 30 without a great Island acknowledgement.

Doug Johnson, Uta Kloss, and their loyal companion, Fletcher, are back from their winter sojourn camping in Florida. They always travel in their own camper so social distancing was easy. Watch for them to open their beautiful shop, Island Art Gallery/Kennedy Studios, early in June. Uta is currently able to take orders and deliver your framing needs from the store’s telephone number or email. I am always thrilled with Doug and Uta’s careful and artistic work.

I had the pleasure of having triplets in my first teaching class at Tisbury school. Three handsome boys. Soon enough a fourth brother joined them. Mac became one of my Cub Scout den members and a close friend to my son. All have grown. They are the sons of V. Jaime Hamlin and are available to cook scrumptious meals for you. And deliver! Give them a call.

One of our nicest people needs our help now. Byram Devine, who never says a bad word about anyone, has a GoFundMe page to help with his medical needs post-stroke. You know what to do.

Kenny Hayes wrote a beautiful tribute for his Dad who passed last week. And my red-haired, irrepressible high school friend, Judy Hodge, died last week. Judy and I saw each other for the first time in years as members of Gilda’s Club in White Plains. We reminisced about some of our wilder times. Not suitable for publication.

Happy Anniversary to George and Sally Brereton who celebrated 34 years of wedded bliss on May 24.

I can’t believe that I forgot to mention the birthday bandwagon pulled along Bob Dylan on May 24 and Maggie May Riseborough on May 25. And on May 31 Tamma Cimeno takes the cake. Many happy returns.