Finding a new occupation at the age of 45 is either a testimony to necessity being the mother of invention or pure foolishness. Who knows? Nothing was going particularly well when my husband and I moved to Martha’s Vineyard in 1988. I was exhausted after a having a huge garage sale and then packing up the contents of a 10-room house on the mainland and moving to a summer cottage with six rooms, plus a storage unit that would be emptied when the addition to said summer cottage was completed. My husband was now the business manager for the Vineyard Gazette.