One of the memorable places of summer is the water’s edge.

“Millions viewed the eclipse.” So said the mainland newspapers, and the Vineyard added its thousands to the common mass.

The day was hot. There hung the smell of peanuts, soda and cigars, except where the cattle stood.

Huge reptilian tracks in the sand of Methodist Cross Road has revived the belief that an alligator has somehow found its way to the Island.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!,” shouted the town crier after ringing a large brass bell at the end of Pier 44, Vineyard Haven.