When I was a kid, my family attended services at the Federated Church on South Summer street. Sometimes the young folks were released from Sunday school class in the parish house in order to experience the more mature side of religion by getting to sit quietly in the church itself. Actually, I think that the Sunday school teacher would just give up on trying to control us let alone trying to teach us something about our faith.

A mere four and a half weeks remain before the Fourth of July is upon us. Time seems to speed up very noticeably during these remaining days.

Did you ever wonder if the shorebird known as an oystercatcher actually catches oysters? In my experience, oysters aren’t very swift and they tend to prefer deep water.

Two more Chappaquiddick Community Center potlucks are scheduled and we need hosts for both.

The Edgartown Highway Department has opened the gravel portion of the parking lot at the ferry point.

The bomb guys are back. They will pick up where they left off last fall working at finding and destroying unexploded ammunition which the military used for target practice out at Cape Pogue, both on dry land and underwater.

I was born on the first full day of spring in 1952. I like that my birthday is celebrated with the arrival of my favorite time of year.

It’s the time of year when the great ponds along the south shore of the Vineyard get opened to the sea. The ponds are now brim-full from all of the rain and snow melt during the winter months.

Six weeks ago a friend plunked a calendar down in front of me and told me to point to the day that I would head out to California to visit my daughter Nearess.

Four and a half decades ago I was memorizing the Navigation Rules at Maine Maritime Academy.