Yearly Archives: 2013
18 Martha's Vineyard students spent school vacation week in Rome, Florence, and the Tuscan countryside.
Flightless and strongly associated with horticultural plants, this species surely didn't get here on its own.
When Landon Cormie needed help identifying an odd creature in his dipnet, he headed to the World of Reptiles and Birds Park.
Fashion, fur, funny stuff to do this weekend.
The life story of Jackie Robinson.
A story of salesmanship in business and in life, about a boy following in his father's philandering footsteps.
The Martha's Vineyard girls youth lacrosse teams traveled to Hanson on Sunday and came away with two wins.
Several Vineyard teams were in action on Wednesday afternoon.
With every MV United team in action last weekend, the locals picked up four wins and four draws in nine matches.
The Pirates topped the defending champion Cubs 12-1 Monday at Viera Park to open the new season in a rematch of last year's title game.
For Marylee Schroeder of West Tisbury the race finish line only provides a pause in a continuing effort to excel in a sport that binds her family.
On Tuesday, April 30, voters will have the opportunity to choose between Representatives Steven Lynch and Edward Markey to be the Democratic candidate for US Senate, to fill the seat formerly held by John Kerry.
As an individual who works in Chilmark within the confines of two stonewalls, a split-rail fence and some undefinable wire construction, I know, that, as Robert Frost wrote, good fences make good neighbors.
We have less than two months to go before the MV Sharks start to play again at the Vineyard Baseball Park.
This is several letters in one and might ramble a little.
On the evening of March 28, we received a phone call from a doctor at the Aspen, Colorado, Medical Center.
Having just participated in an Earth Day Beach Clean-up, I thank all you smokers and nip drinkers.
Yesterday, I was coming off Chappy and spied a loon pushing a bait ball in front of the ferry.
On Saturday, driving down Edgartown-West Tisbury Road, an enormous bald eagle flew so low over our truck that we could see it's yellow beak, hooded eyes, and feather details.
Please do not tell me their names one more time, nor where they lived, nor where they died, nor why they did the unspeakable things they've done.