Wequobsque Road is a fairly quiet little lane off State Road, dotted with a mixture of homes, some clad in weathered shingles and others crisp with new construction.

For those who choose the role of visitor, July begins on a sharp and crisp note.

Thursday August 1 from 3 to 7 p.m. marks the fifth annual Meet the Fleet on Menemsha Harbor.

I don’t typically mention birthday celebrations because the fear of forgetting someone’s special day is a tad overwhelming.

Conrad. He was a man with a set of personality traits that qualified him to be defined as a character.

In the headlines this week are a few family get togethers, a birthday or two, some local events and a mention of who's in town.

As I sat down to my computer to write it occurred to me that this week marked the 25th anniversary of a dear friend’s death.

As the sun rises after the setting of the June 17 full Strawberry Moon, local school children can shout out “school’s out for summer.”

Phil Collins sang, “I can feel it in the air tonight,” while the band Live shared that they could “feel it coming back again like a rollin’ thunder chasing the wind.”

Tony Horwitz was one of those people who had a way with words, both written and spoken. In even the most casual of conversations, along the sidelines of our boys’ lacrosse games, waiting in line at the Galley, or at a social function, he could make you ponder the deepest of topics and drop to your knees with belly-aching laughter. His most recent book, Spying on the South: An Odyssey Across the American Divide, follows the path of Frederick Law Olmsted before his days as an urban planner.