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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.
A perennial question / Asked of Islanders / Is for the birds / Who've flown the coop.
Pity the Steamship Authority, which cannot catch a break.
I was perusing the Vineyard Gazette recently and read an article, one of those “on this day 51 years ago."
It is still January, the longest, coldest month.
Rushing to catch a boat the other day, I failed to stop to pick up a newspaper to read on the way to Woods Hole.
On a recent Saturday, determined to break free of my down-Island bubble, I decided to make the trip to Menemsha in winter — in other words, the end...
I stand on the outside ring of concrete at the Baltimore airport (Friendship for the very oldest of you reading this), waiting for my son Adin.
It was impossible to not be moved by what took place on the floor of the Boston Garden last week.
The widespread flooding on Dec. 23 is a good indicator of what’s to come more frequently or perhaps permanently, depending on anticipated events in...