I first heard Keikilani and Leokani Lindsey, father and son singer-songwriters, at Packer’s Wharf during the visit of Hokule’a.
The four of us walked from our Vineyard front door to our adjoining field. After a quarter century on this property, it was our final night.
How many for Labor Day? Mom would ask at supper the week before. We had to account for ourselves and guests so she could order food.
Cairns, those manmade piles of stones and rocks, have been around for 40,000 years and are our oldest form of communication.
I’m more than half Southern, but I grew up in Massachusetts. Until recently I thought of Confederate statues as a matter of heritage and history.
I hope elected officials on Martha’s Vineyard were watching as more than half a dozen states took steps to remove monuments to the Confederacy.
Susanna Styron emailed me that she would be showing her documentary Suspended Sentence in Chilmark.
It was 25 years ago that I met John Cruz. I was outside his house playing guitar in the Irish style of dropped tuning where you slack the strings.
I am not used to ill health in myself, which is why not too long ago I signed up to build a chimney with a friend.

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