Opinion
The perennial mild griping about the Steamship Authority among seasonal and full-time Islanders has taken on a new, sharper tone in recent months.
The day started off like most days. Waking, coffee, thinking. I was camping, sleeping in my clothes so the dressing part was taken care of.
Island life is infused with the rhythm of the sea.
It was thirty six hours after the heaviest snowfall of the winter, perhaps of several winters. The snow piled up by the plows lay in high, muddy heaps along village streets, or spread itself in varying depths out in the fields where no man traveled or animal grazed.
My family and I wish to thank all those who visited our Christmas display.
This past weekend, many of us honored Rev. Dr. King and Rabbi Heschel with the veneration they deserve by participating in a Shabbat service at the Martha’s Vineyard Hebrew Center led by Rabbi Broitman.