Opinion
I’ve asked myself often in 40-plus years as an annual visitor to Martha’s Vineyard, what is it that gives one the sensation that a place where you don’t actually hang your hat daily or pay property taxes, viscerally feels like home?
Clearly, I have a propensity for islands.
I was driving in bumper-to-bumper, stop-and-go traffic on the Vineyard Haven/Edgartown Road, when my new 2023 Grand Cherokee Summit Reserve Jeep unexplainably stopped, would not restart or come out of park.
A team of activists for banning assault weapons and demanding gun regulation worked a miracle on July 8.
Barn House, that “tiny tribe or colony of writing and painting and thinking folk” on the South Road in Chilmark, though thriving healthily through the years in a privacy not much differentiated from freedom, celebrated an occasion on Saturday which demanded mention in the public prints.
I was talking to a fellow dad the other day, the two of us sharing a beer on the porch. “Do you think it’s more sad or weird when a kid leaves home?” my friend asked.