Two ovens, two sinks, tortilla soup, hamburgers, cookies and great conversation all inside Josh Aronie's mobile kitchen, The Food Truck. Parked outside the Chilmark General Store, the Truck feeds anywhere from one to 100 people a day.

What can be done to honor public service and encourage more of our citizens to enter into the contact sport of politics? We don’t have the answer, but perhaps our readers do.

There hasn’t been a peep yet from the spring peepers. Who can blame the wee frogs, though. Spring may have officially arrived yesterday, but winter hasn’t really ceded much ground yet.

Donnie used to think of himself as something of a curmudgeon and I wasn’t about to argue the point with him, but somewhere along the way I figured out that it was just a ruse.

I realize now that Uncle Louis’ passing hurts a lot — for the usual reasons like him just not being here, but also because this is the final scene by a remarkable generation of individuals.

A new book in honor of Sheldon Hackney features essays of the historian and public intellectual who ended up working in high profile administrative positions, and a southerner who wound up living on an Island north of the Mason-Dixon line.

Looking back now, as we often do when someone important in our lives passes, I can feel the substance of this man and his contemporaries who helped to weave the fabric that is me, that is this whole up-Island community.

With winter dragging here on Martha’s Vineyard and holding back early signs of spring, I wonder what is the Islander’s overall mood these days. Lousy? Upbeat? Fair to middling?

How chilly these winter nights be

Charlie has a really good chance of becoming the first honest-to-goodness cancer survivor ever from this isolated little rock, which boasts absolutely no medical attention whatsoever.