For the first time since May, I took a day off and popped off-Island to celebrate my mom’s eighty-fourth.
The excitement of the 77th annual Martha's Vineyard Striped Bass & Bluefish Derby has erupted in households across the Island.
I've been waiting for months to use the word petrichor as the Texaco’s word of the day.
With September comes open windows, fresh breezes, the sound of early morning school buses, the splash of Albie blitzes and an opportunity for a little solitude.
Twenty-ish years ago we had one of the most enthusiastic summer helpers at the Texaco.
This is it. It's here.
Despite this sultry August weather making way for ideal beach days, it has left me longing for a rain day.
When Chic Lee was the harbormaster and a regular fixture behind the register and manning the pumps at the Texaco, he had a constantly-shedding pup and a grandson who'd stop by after school.
For some, sunset is just a thing that happens at the end of a day.
