Opinion
I’m not exactly sure how long ago it was that Aboveground Records earned my undying loyalty. It might have been nearly 10 years ago after the Christmas dinner at which my Edinburgh-based brother in law asked me about a young blues singer from the Vineyard named Willy Mason.
As restaurant owners, operators and food professionals, our number one concern is always the safety of our guests. A key component is safe drinking water and we have our water tested regularly in accordance with local, county and state regulations.
When you’re a kid, there are monsters under your bed. When you’re an adult, there are boxes in your basement. The spookiness never stops, does it? It happens every time we move. No matter if we are going to a larger space or a smaller space, nothing can stop the proliferation of unopened and unemptied boxes, most likely left to grow old in your basement — or even rot in storage in some other community.
Originally an A&P, the Vineyard Haven Stop & Shop was built years before anyone on the Island ever contemplated problems with overcrowding. Water street once hosted a modest ferry terminal, a hot dog stand for tourists and the Smith, Bodfish and Swift farm and feed store.
We, the yoga community, suffered a loss last week when MJ Bindu Delekta left her body.
I am currently carrying out research for a biography of the Scottish-American poet and writer Ruthven Todd who lived on Martha’s Vineyard during the second half of the 1950s.