Time is a luxurious concept we used to take for granted when wasting our youth. Spearfishing, blueberry picking and skipping rocks was what we used to call "Monday." Time stood still for our antics, one day running into another.

Four years ago one of Oak Bluffs’s favorite citizens, Charles H. (Cee Jay) Jones was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal acknowledging the segregation of African American Marines at Montford Point at Camp Lejeune in 1943.

It’s only in magical places like Oak Bluffs that one might find himself neighbors with a real Indian chief. About six columns ago I reminisced about growing up during the summer on Dukes County avenue a few doors down from who I thought was Napoleon Madison. Our folks had referred to him as chief of the tribe and his wearing a headdress was a cherished part of my memories as a six or seven-year-old boy. Curiosity getting the better of me, I reached out to my friend and Gazette Aquinnah columnist June Manning who said the gentleman was not Napoleon Madison and more than likely was Rev.