Sand Clean white sand warm in summer rolling wet hot bodies fresh from swimming in the Sound Frozen white salted crunch underfoot in winter...
Dennis daRosa, my longest-time friend in life, died last week.
Fifty years ago this summer I saw a musical milestone. No one knew this was a farewell concert.
Early Sunday morning, I like to walk Middle Road from West Tisbury.
I live on Martha’s Vineyard, 3,000 miles away from my homeland. Why?
Oak Bluffs, from very early days, was a woodworking village.
The Island has lost a great friend.
On Saturday, Sept. 5, Habitat for Humanity of Martha’s Vineyard had its first Islandwide yard sale.
First and foremost, my heart goes out to those who feel they can no longer pay their rent due to the coronavirus.
From the Oct. 2, 1942 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:
Although the Vineyard joined with New Bedford in mourning the departure of the old whaleship Charles W. Morgan from Round Hills to her new and probably permanent berth at Mystic, Conn., the present aspect of the ancient ship should serve to cheer both places in view of the splendid job that has been done in securing her, and in the promising start that has been made toward her restoration.
