My Stars, Lands Sake!, people used to say when the sky still had stars, people worked the land and didn’t want to take the Lord’s name in vain.

I met Ed Amaral while treating Lois, his wife, in the office for something minor. Later he mentored me on fishing technique, fishing etiquette and most of all fishing passion.

Back in October, 1964 when I was a young spunk at Columbia’s Graduate School of Journalism, we were instructed about the wonders of wire machines.

I wonder if you remember me. About 50 years ago, I worked at your boatyard in Edgartown.

The wood stove became a member of our family some time in the mid-seventies. We are on our fourth stove.

I have never had a warm and friendly relationship with cars. I know only there are red cars, green cars, gold cars, two-door or four-door cars.