On Sunday, I had an unexpected visitor.

Some 50 years ago when I first moved to West Tisbury, the late Willis Gifford was a dinner guest one night.

I like hats. The coat rack in my library holds no coats but is adorned with hats.

’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.

This charming little book about an eight-year-old city boy’s adventures in the country is written by 91-year-old Heidi Shultz of West Tisbury.

Now that pneumonia shots are being offered at pharmacies, I am asking my doctor to request one for me.