Commentary
DEEP TROUBLE
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
If Laurie David and C. Dean Metropolous think that they are stewards of the environment, we are in deep, deep trouble. First we have Ms. David, supposed environmentalist, and her landscaper saying they knew nothing of the strip-mining project on her property, and then we have Mr. Metropolous on Cow Bay clear-cutting sensitive conservation land with the lame excuse that he’s donated money to the Farm Institute and cares about the environment.
From Gazette editions of July, 1949:
Community-Owned Wind Farms
So the Vineyard has been named as a hot spot again — this time for renewable energy in the form of wind generation. The draft plan under the state Oceans Act has designated two areas west of the Vineyard as places allowed for building commercial wind farms: one on the Sow and Pigs Reef near Cuttyhunk and the other one off Noman’s Land.
W hile the color has barely faded from the silk flowers left as a tribute to Brandy Marie Gibson, we are now faced with the shock of another devastating accident, an accident that sadly took the life of yet another lovely young woman, Jena Pothier, and forever will traumatically impact the life of Kelly McCarron just days before she was to receive her diploma with her class and begin the next phase of her life.
A s another summer opens, here we sit and watch as the coves of Edgartown Great Pond again breed their floating islands of glutinous algae, thriving on the cocktail of nutrients coming from the watershed. Are we faced with yet another summer of wading through stinking black goo to get to the pond?
Has anything changed since last summer? Have we learned anything?
I’ve polled some of the experts working on solutions, and here is what I have gleaned.
I fell in love with the Vineyard 25 years ago on Main street Vineyard Haven. My late husband, our three young children and I came over for a day trip We rented a car on Beach Road and asked where we should go. We were told the Flying Horses was a must as were the clay cliffs at the end of the Island. We headed out in the direction we were pointed, remarking how the view would be a lot more picturesque if it weren’t for those oil tanks.