If I’m with someone, like Erik or Brendan and Stef we will talk most of the day. We talk like we aren’t strangers. About our family, personal struggles, relationships, goals in life, future plans… We open up like we know each other. It’s like the biking breaks down the walls between us. I love it.
This past winter we spent many evenings in front of an open fire in the wood stove, fully aware of just feeling contented. We’re probably between crises of some sort — who isn’t — but there’s a strong feeling of being settled, and we are ready to roll with the next punch that comes along.
C’mon folks, it is just a tick bite. It is not like getting bitten by a taipan (a snake with a highly lethal bite) in the Australian outback, where there is some justification in immediately amputating the bitten body part.
Photos of long-ago Martha’s Vineyard.
Special events are plentiful for the MVAA this summer.
Can my 8-year-old Boston Terrier ever be trained to swim? He gets his paws wet, but he looks surprised and offended if a wavelet comes along and smacks him.
This past Saturday, Randy Pease visited the Martha’s Vineyard Skatepark and brought with him a big cardboard check for $10,000. The donated money came from an art show Randy coordinated this past winter, in NYC, featuring the art of his late brother, Geoff, and other contributors that knew him. “It’s always been a dream of […]
For 19 years, the well-liked and much admired minister was known for the energy and creativity he brought to Grace Church and for his participation in the Island community.
A Night In The Life of A Bar Bouncer