The fast-moving, bitterly cold storm that howled across the Island last Friday and Saturday was one for the record books.
If you're a pet owner on Martha’s Vineyard and you have a veterinarian, you're one of the lucky ones.
Recently, I purchased a whole 4.5-pound chicken that had been raised on Martha’s Vineyard.
It began on Music Street / one summer years ago / with a long beach walk / to a whale's rib cage.
I am running again. Not far or fast or carrying bricks in my hands to build up my arms like I did as a teenager.
I am puzzled about two bird names.
We are writing about erosion on Chappaquiddick and the dilemma facing Jerry and Sue Wacks whose house sits perilously close to a steep bluff.
The West Tisbury affordable housing committee deserves praise and a hearty thank you from the Island's aging adult population.
From the June 7, 1968 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:
On the Island at this time of year it’s everybody’s moving day. There are those who are arriving from someplace else, and they are moving in. There are those who have rented their houses for the summer, and they are moving out. (And of course into something else.) There are also those who had rented something cheaper or nearer to town for the winter and they are now moving out of where they have been, for the summer.
