Henry David Thoreau didn’t like crowds. It is unlikely he would have shown up for his 200th birthday celebration at the Aquinnah library.

Not a lot of reason for optimism lately, but in Aquinnah there is finally something to cheer about. It’s the Philbin boardwalk.

Last August, a dog urinated on a bushel of corn at the Morning Glory farm stand at the West Tisbury Farmers’ Market.

John Adams loved a good party, especially on the Fourth of July.

Last Sunday, while chasing waves in the Atlantic Ocean at Philbin Beach with my 11-year old granddaughter, I noticed the surf, which had been crashing in, had suddenly disappeared. The ocean I was standing in up to my waist seemed eerily calm. The sandy shore behind me lay perfectly flat, like a sheet of paper. How peculiar.