Political Snarl Over Police Pay Leaves Tisbury in Traffic Jams

By MAX HART

It is a few minutes before 11:30 on a recent morning in Vineyard Haven, and Five Corners is a dead zone.

Cars cruise past the post office on Beach Road heading toward Oak Bluffs. Trucks coming out of Lagoon Pond Road pull into an empty intersection, along with a lone bicyclist coming out of Beach street extension. A few tourists sit on benches outside the Black Dog Bakery reading newspapers.

Maasai Visitor: Regina Nakola Speaks History to Save Tribe

By MAX HART

Tucked in along one edge of the Chilmark Flea Market, between a stone wall and a sea of fabrics, fine art and assorted kitsch, Naisiae Regina Nakola's jewelry stand is hard to miss.

And not just because it is the first tent you pass when you drive in, or even because of the tables full of elaborate and colorful necklaces.

Even on an Island that knows a little something about shark hysteria, the upcoming Boston Big Game Fishing Club Monster Shark tournament is a frenzied event.

It was shortly after 1 p.m. last Thursday, a sunny afternoon and otherwise ordinary day. Nic Turner was driving south down Herring Creek Road toward the right fork, heading back to his job as a lifeguard on South Beach, when he first spotted the Cessna Skyhawk making its final approach at the Katama Airfield.

Underdog Tigers Land Little League Title

Championship Game Held on Saturday at Veira Park

By MAX HART

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.

- From Casey at the Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The trees are tall and the foliage is thick in these woods. Shards of sunbeams break through the canopy of oaks, scattering light on the dense underbrush below. Ferns sprout up among huckleberry, blueberry and sassafras, hiding an occasional lady's slipper orchid. An old, winding foot path rises to the north beyond deer thickets, frog ponds and beech tree groves. Catbirds and dragonflies patrol the skies, and except for a slight breeze and the distant rumble of an approaching storm beyond Vineyard Sound, it is quiet.