Commentary
Luxury Advertising on Wings
Question: Why does the Martha’s Vineyard Airport need luxury advertising?
Answer: It doesn’t.
Better question: Why does the Martha’s Vineyard Airport Commission believe it should consider luxury advertising as a way to generate extra revenue?
Answer: It shouldn’t.
Ship to Shore
From Gazette editions of October, 1933:
The 90 walkers apparently raised $20,000 - plus last Sunday, Oct. 19 when they and at least five dogs (four of them had money pledges riding on them) made the annual crop walk. Tony Peak, in kilts with his bagpipes, led the round-trip march from Vineyard Haven and back, and Tristan Israel was the grand marshal on this walk to raise money so Church World Service/Crop may feed and provide for the hungry on-Island and in 80 other countries.
Our last unforgettable visit to Dean Sayre’s home in Vineyard Haven was on Saturday, August 9. I had called him on Wednesday, August 6 and talked with him about our planned visit with my husband, Mana Sanguansook and the King of Thailand Birthplace Foundation officer, Charles Intha. He recognized me on the phone and we planned for a visit. The nurse was a little concerned when she learned that we planned to arrive on the Island on the 10:30 a.m. ferry because he always got up around noontime and could no longer walk a mile.
Certain aspects of the Wall Street meltdown are not unlike the great Ponzi scheme foisted on investors by Charles Ponzi who promised a 75 per cent return on investment in 45 days and 100 per cent return in 90 days to investors in Montreal in 1919. Just as the floor fell out from under those duped by investors, it was predicted by many economists who were watching this unprincipled scheme that the same would happen on Wall Street, where mortgages were sold down the line, each taking a cut until the money stopped flowing and collapsed into the mess we see today.
L ast week, Mother Nature spent a lot of energy reminding us she was around. It was a nagging reminder, omnipresent and persistent. It’s the wind I’m speaking about, of course. Joining with her ally, the moon, Mother Nature nudged the ocean over seagirt Island roads and tossed it over the seawall in Oak Bluffs, impeding our mundane progress on errands. This wind had a particular character. Rather than giving us pelting rains and thunder storms, Mother Nature brought a boring norther — attitude rather than tantrums.