From the April 19, 1985 edition by Richard Reston:
The search for a new principal at the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School has unleashed a troubling wave of parochialism around the Island.
I was one of three boys growing up. We ate a lot of meat, compared scars, had pushup contests and wrestled competitively.
The youngest member of the Greater Boston film press corps, I got to spend a couple hours with Hitchcock aboard a theatre owner’s yacht.
Many people assume that litigation is the only way to resolve a difficult dispute. But there is another, often better alternative — mediation.
There is neither time nor incentive to hike the beaches in summer, when mild weather and low tidal courses leave the sands undisturbed for weeks.
Up at first light, three Vineyard birders met at Martha’s Vineyard Airport. Flip Harrington, Lanny McDowell and I were bound for Nantucket.
I participates in a meeting of the Massachusetts Commission on Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer and Questioning Youth.
I am a resident of Martha’s Vineyard and very concerned about the use of artificial turf.
Deer tick-borne Powassan virus types one and two exist on our Island, certainly in Chilmark.