Despite the president’s well-studied, highly polished and loudly proclaimed deep regard for the embattled middle class, perhaps those who might listen carefully may be able to overhear the Obamas and their friends and associates exchange among themselves the basest, most patronizing and contemptuous sounds of amused derision whenever the topic of the challenges of ordinary people is broached, with the clinking of champagne glasses providing accompaniment.

I have to come clean. The race results for the Chilmark Road Race are in error. I, James Graham did not really run that fast this year. I did not finish number 5, right behind Steven Rattner in the 60 to 69 age group. I know the CRR permanent record book is besmirched but there is a semi-valid reason.

As every Gazette readers know, the Chilmark Road Race just celebrated its 36th year. The Gazette has been a big part of the race’s success with reporter after reporter writing wonderful pre-race and post-race stories along with magnificent accompanying photos from Alison Shaw, Peter Simon, Mark Lovewell, and others.

When someone dies, you comfort yourself and others with statements like, “At least she is not suffering anymore” or “He died doing what he loved” or “She lived a long and full life” or “He has gone to a better place.” Or if it is a baby, you say, “Little one has gone to be an angel.”

Just wanted to send a shout out thank you to Richard Combra and his team from the Oak Bluffs highway department.

Our family has vacationed annually on the Vineyard for most years since the mid 1970s, so we think we know the Vineyard fairly well, though maybe not. Also, we have subscribed to the Gazette for many years during which time we read many stories about Vineyarders lending a hand to persons in some kind of distress.

This year, the Martha’s Vineyard Book Festival was blessed with perfect weather. On Saturday, it drizzled and was a fine day to be indoors, at the Harbor View, curled up with a good book and a favorite author.

Becoming a parent brings the whole gamut of human emotions and challenging responsibilities. While it can be joyous and fulfilling for all parents and caregivers regardless of age, education or socio-economic status it can also be stressful and overwhelming at times.

Three Saturdays ago, I stopped by the dumptique. I brought my large canvas bag full of donations, as I usually do. My goods passed inspection, were taken, and my bag given back. I went through the racks and found great clothes for my family.

As I went toward the kitchen area, I put my light blue, with green trim, classic oversized tote bag down on the floor, out of the way.

I want to thank everyone for their heroic efforts to save my horse, Norman, when he recently suffered a brutal lamanitis attack: Tracy Olson and Jess Forend for their tireless vigilance, experience and care; Irene and Bob Hungerford, Caroline Herman and the entire Woodbe Farm staff for the icing, wrapping, concern and advice.