Arts & Entertainment
Pep Art Grand Opening
Heard the one about the brawling Bronx nun who drank too much Christian Brothers?
Those who do know Sister Maurice Doody and Sister Rose Patricia Reilly’s deadpan sobriety standup act well tend to complain when they drop any details: “You left out the part where you beat up your sister!”
Mr. Brigish’s Journey to the East
In 2008, South African-born documentary photographer and West Tisbury resident Alan Brigish set out on a journey that would become Breathing in the Buddha, a recently-published book that serves as an image-driven chronicle of everyday Buddhist life across Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar (formerly Burma) and Laos. This Saturday, May 29, Mr. Brigish will share some of the experiences he had along the way, illustrated with photographs and video clips, at the West Tisbury library at 4 p.m. The talk is free.
Considered by many to be the starting shot of the Vineyard summer season, the annual Oak Bluffs Memorial Day Road Race is this Sunday morning, May 30. Consisting of a 5 kilometer road race and walk, along with a one mile family fun run, the race has seen over 600 racers and countless spectators of all ages over the years, with all proceeds going to benefit Hospice of Martha’s Vineyard, which relies on these funds to provide nursing, social, spiritual and bereavement services to the Island community.
Eating Is Everywhere Again
The tip jars have fresh pleas (“college tuition,” “ticket to Europe”) in the takeouts. The white aprons are pressed in the posh establishments. We can eat up-Island, we can eat by the sea, and for the moment we can still eat BYOB in Tisbury (by summer’s end, beer may be on tap).
Chefs we welcome with open mouths are teasing us with new menus. Restaurant owners are teasing us with special deals.
“My dad has a barn,” chirped a wide-eyed, hyperactive Mickey Rooney. “And my mom can sew the costumes,” the pigtailed, pinafore-bedecked Judy Garland replied. And off they went, hand in hand, singing and dancing their way across the barnyard.
Well, it was something like that and they didn’t even live on the Vineyard where the performing arts culture has grown and grown. No more drafty barns here and mom can now sit in the audience and not have to sew costumes.
