Commentary
Finding bright spots in the darkness. Chapter 3.
Chappaquiddick, the Hollywood version, has a scene of the Ted Kennedy character walking through downtown Edgartown.
When I went to the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital for a blood test for my annual physical, I was met with a locked front door and two tents adjacent to...
It takes only one. One person who is Covid-19 positive.
The autumn here arrives late and glows well into November.
I traveled from the Vineyard to Ireland on March 1, to my village of Crossmolina in County Mayo.
I have lost track of time yet I’m more scheduled. My days are full and yet there is more time for a walk.
On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.” I would like to add the word “change.”
Today I have been in self-quarantine for almost nine weeks, parallel but completely separate from the pandemic.
“April is the cruelest month,” T.S. Eliot wrote almost 100 years ago. He could not have guessed how cruel it would be in 2020.
