Commentary
I had my first taste of salsa dancing at a nightclub in Florida. A friend and professional dancer took the lead and spun me around a crowded dance floor, careful to catch me from crashing into other couples as my unreliable feet stumbled to maintain some sense of rhythm.
As a Vineyard summer resident and owner of a small oil and natural gas exploration and producing company in Midland, Tex., I have followed with interest the public debate on both the Cape Wind project and the efforts of the state of Massachusetts to allow wind turbine development in state waters close to the Vineyard’s southwest shore.
With Valentine’s Day on Sunday, it’s all hearts and flowers — and chocolates — right now. Here on the Vineyard, the chocolates are Chilmark Chocolates, of course. Like most of us, I indulge whenever I can. I know that First Lady Michelle Obama is speaking out these days about obesity, but her main concern is with children. Senior citizen that I am, I am relatively unconcerned about gaining weight. At least I was, until I went on a chocolate-eating binge last month in Belgium. I ate some pretty trendy chocolates.
My father, Oscar E. Denniston, came to Martha’s Vineyard from the British West Indies in the year 1901. Captain Madison Edwards, the chaplain from the Seaman’s Bethel . . . used to sail between the Vineyard and Jamaica. On one of his trips he became ill over there and my father was a chaplain in a seaport area there . . . and my father assisted him, so they became very good friends.
February Days
Winter has become a familiar presence by now, and no longer carries the jolt that it did in December when the Montreal express first came screaming down from Canada with snow, bitter winds and temperatures in the teens.
Edgartown Library’s Second Chance