I first met Phyllis Meras walking down Music street in West Tisbury on what I have come to know as her daily sojourn.

One morning recently I stopped in at my favorite morning coffee klatch having noticed a familiar vehicle out front.

These days there are many of them among us. Some just arrived for a quick visit, some came earlier in the spring and some stay year-round.

I was somewhat dismayed Monday evening of last week. I had just left the Radio Farm stage after singing and playing my acoustic guitar.

I have noticed, when facing various situations that have multiple possible outcomes I tend to ruminate on the negative possibilities.

Dear Mom and Dad, things are going great and we have made some strides here on the Island. Here at my place we have completed a number of projects that would be the envy of my neighbors, if there were any.

It doesn’t happen often, at least not away from a harbor, but there are times when chance favors a meeting between well-traveled sailors when they find themselves inland.

On many days if you were to visit my place, walking past the wood pile and various projects underway, you might think you are entering the realm of either a multi-tasker or a multi-crastinator.

As we move from summer to fall I’m reminded of how in the early spring I was contemplating transitions and change.

Recently I discovered something that doesn't wane: romantic crushes.