The bones of the whale are bleached down by the harbor where the water is clear and you can see the grains of sand and the eelgrass and the white shells.

Martha’s Vineyard is remarkable for its intimate communities.

The memories come flood ing back during the imposed isolation of the pandemic.

I really had no idea what to expect as I approached the Chilmark Community Center a little after 7 p.m. on Saturday night, but I hoped it would be like days of old when — as teenagers — we would make the long trek from down-Island to square-dance or listen to folksingers like Jesse Benton or David Gude. I was not disappointed.