“Millions viewed the eclipse.” So said the mainland newspapers, and the Vineyard added its thousands to the common mass.
The day was hot. There hung the smell of peanuts, soda and cigars, except where the cattle stood.
Huge reptilian tracks in the sand of Methodist Cross Road has revived the belief that an alligator has somehow found its way to the Island.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!,” shouted the town crier after ringing a large brass bell at the end of Pier 44, Vineyard Haven.
The swans recently added to West Tisbury’s mill pond are a desirable addition for more than one reason.
Few visitors fail to have the “Great House” in Chilmark pointed out to them or to hear a tale from its interesting history.
A favorite diversion of Vineyard summers has been the listing of states represented by automobile license plates.
The Island, although proudly maintaining aloofness from the main when the country is at peace, is one with her when danger threatens.
The solstice is well past, and summer, hardly begun, will be sliding ever so gently down hill.