Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
Island Living – 2017
Second Take
When summer rolled around, my dream as a kid of eight or nine was to join some pals on a lake somewhere in Wisconsin or Indiana to see how the rustic half lived and played. I spent my formative years in an urban neighborhood of crammed apartment buildings on the north side of Chicago. A…
Still the Same
Eighteen red stools, a 30-foot counter, menu items written on construction paper hanging on the walls, two pots of hot coffee always humming, one ancient register, cash only — the Dock Street Diner is a place where time has stood still. This is a good thing. It’s like stopping for a bite in your own…
The Barber Is In
Blair Hill, owner of Native Cuts, runs so much more than a barber shop. The Vineyard Haven native, part Wampanoag, part African American and 100 per cent in love with what he does, says his shop is a welcome gathering space for all. In his early days as a barber here, he worked in at…
