On Chappy: August 29
Brad Woodger
The details of life tend to pile up in my mind like mail thrown on the coffee table. Not enough debris was dusted aside to uncover the delight of writing this column. I’m two hours past deadline. My company car is at risk.
Read More

On Chappy: August 15
Brad Woodger
Chappy is a part of Edgartown. In essence, we belong to Edgartown; we are one of her holdings. But days like this one, the rainy breezy late summer season ones, remind me how far apart we are from our parent company.
Read More

On Chappy: August 1
Brad Woodger
I’m going on record (you may write this down) by proclaiming that this summer rivals any summer (in memory) for sheer pleasantness. It is decreed.
Read More

On Chappy: July 18
Brad Woodger
Growing old is a fantastic experience, full of the wonder of watching one’s skin turn from the supple surface of a Parisian handbag to the texture of burnt newspaper.
Read More

On Chappy: July 4
Brad Woodger
The switch has been flipped — spring is off, summer is on. Time to hide on Chappy. I’d like to talk about the weather now, as it’s a great space filler, and it appears that there’s a storm a-brewing.
Read More

On Chappy: June 20
Brad Woodger

BRAD WOODGER

508-627-4216

Read More

On Chappy: June 6
Brad Woodger
Chappy is a small island with a relatively large personality. There doesn’t exist much ambivalence toward our (sometimes wayward) appendage: one either would “never live there” or would “love to find a small lot.”
Read More

On Chappy: May 23
Brad Woodger
Spring on Chappy means new beginnings — beach plums and shad bloom their weddingish flowers. Previously unseen and unheard creatures appear as if someone was having an art opening with free food.
Read More

Chappy Town Column: Nov. 29
Brad Woodger
By the time you read this (and by “you,” I mean the 12 people who read my column), you will have already given all your thanks, and will busy doing things that you may not be as thankful for anymore. But allow me to give my Chappy thanks anyway.
Read More

Chappy Town Column: Nov. 15
Brad Woodger

I broke the last of my 2013 New Year’s resolutions yesterday: I waited to the last moment to drain our summer house pipes. But where is the adventure in battling with wrenches and pliers with hands that have feeling in them? No, I choose to live the frontier life . . .  and then go inside to watch the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

I thought I had found a rather large and sparkling diamond on my lawn this morning, but it was only a chunk of ice left over from yesterday’s sleet. Oh nature, why must you taunt me so?

Read More

Pages