Vineyard genealogy contains few individual records as intriguing as that of Harlow Crosby, a farmer, resident of Farm Neck.

A mild fall this year has left many things still blooming, chief among them the roses that grace the Island.

The low, throaty rumble of motorcycles echoed up and down North Road last Sunday, a brilliant autumn day on the Vineyard.

"Not for love or money,” our hero might declare in an old movie when declining an unsavory proposal. And indeed the three cliché motivations in life are said to be money, fame or power.

It will be good to be on Martha’s Vineyard for the holidays this year.

Stepping outside my door the other day I noticed a transport plane passing overhead just above the tree tops.