The island was tiny. As we sailed closer, we smelled the sweet aroma of land. We saw a crowd on the beach.

Before the daylight/hints its slow return/on death bed winter nights as/brutal gusts spit flakes/upon the sheets/

It must have made my father’s sister very happy when I was born on her 38th birthday in 1926.

I am now an elder — with the good and the bad that go along with that. Thoughts of changing my mode of living have been lurking for some time.

Eel Pond, anciently so named, is no longer a pond. From some points of view it has the character of an inland sea.

In February William R. (Riley) Deeble died at the age of 94. I knew him first in 1938 as one of the members of the Vineyard Haven softball team.


Letters to the Editor

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