In some circles there’s talk. Some of it is disparaging and some of it is hopeful. Its an old Island conversation, about newcomers.

The memories come flood ing back during the imposed isolation of the pandemic.

I recently attended a dedication ceremony at The Dodd Center for Human Rights at the University of Connecticut.

I am driving with my son Hardy on I-95 south, headed for our first college tour. Hardy is 17, a senior in high school.

Darryl Goffreda and I have been coming to the Island for almost a decade. Martha’s Vineyard was the first place that we went on a trip together as a couple.

The birds were a worry. Fifty-one years ago, the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School class of 1970 was busy planning our senior year events.