If you can’t be happy here, you probably can’t find happiness anywhere.

When a local gives a wave don't avert or be afraid

Beach Road is arguably the Island’s most important road; it is certainly the ugliest. The road fronts a harbor once given almost entirely to maritime uses. Many are gone.

Men of color were full participants in the whaling industry, a business so difficult and dangerous that most people only went out once.

The first time I fished for money I got burned so badly I never tried it again.

A poem after Seamus Heaney.