Fall descended on Martha’s Vineyard in one fell swoop of standard time and cold air.

Vineyarders needn’t look too far to find something going bump in the night. Take, for instance, the ghost who resides at the county jail.

Early historians of the Vineyard wrote little about the Island’s great expanse of the central plain. Life centered about the harbors and ponds or found places along the streams.

Vehicular travel is directed toward Manter’s Hill and The Brickyard in old Cape Higgon these days.

The nightly scene at the weighing-in station in Oak Bluffs, is an aspect of the annual bass derby that has never been adequately described.

There is considerable virtue in an autumn rain, and some even in an autumn gale.