Opinion
About 1930 I used to join childhood friends during three summers on Lambert’s Cove Beach, which was the base for Norman Benson’s trap fishing business.
The attached letter has been circulated to the The Trustees of Reservations and the Mass Division of Marine Fisheries: In my view, the ongoing oceanic and coastal processes witnessed at the Trustees property at Wasque Reservation and Leland Beach should not become part of the Schifter’s relocation plan.
From the March 4, 1983 Reflections of That Man Friday column by William A. Caldwell: Depending on the distance intervening between you the beholder and it the beheld, the herring gull (Larus argentatus smithsonianus) is either (1) a thing of beauty and a joy forever or (2) loathesome, a dweeb, a nerd, yucky. Wheeling and glinting high on a blue morning sky over a great city or an inland valley, the gull signifies that you’re near the sea, nearer and nearer to the end of the journey, almost home.
What would Milton Mazer say? The late Dr. Mazer, the Vineyard’s first psychiatrist whose pioneering work in the field of rural mental health led to establishment of Martha’s Vineyard Community Services more than fifty years ago, would no doubt be proud of the institution that he helped to found and that still stands today as the Island’s oldest umbrella social services agency.
Daylight Saving Time begins this Saturday at two in the morning. On Sunday the sun will rise at 7:02 a.m. and set at 6:42 p.m.
It seems but a short hop backwards to when the clocks were reversed an hour plunging the Island into early darkness; the covers pulled over the sun at a little past four o’clock on the shortest day of the year. And it is true the interval of Daylight Saving Time has grown shorter, adding fuel to the chorus that it is an anachronism and no longer pertinent.
Some weeks before I was carried off the Island feet first to the country club rehab in Newport, my friend Pepe Quero came to the U.S. to visit from Mexico. That month on the island was his only window on life in the states (although I confess that when I lived in Mexico Pepe and I had raised a certain kind of hell not unlike life on the island, so he was probably more at home there than he would have been in some suburb).