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.
To me, this bench is special. It is something that I think about for the 49 weeks of the year when I’m not on Martha’s Vineyard. It is a majestic throne that overlooks a water kingdom. It exhilarates me through the peace and serenity that recharge my batteries each year.
The Rennekers watched, aghast, as the priceless third-generation heirloom ring arced away, then disappeared into three feet of water.
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.
A cable news pundit described the Island as ‘ritzy and glamorous.’ I suppose that impression would be accurate if one’s world only encompassed kiss-kiss cocktail parties and swank dinners in summer echo chambers. It sure does not describe the VFW Fluke Derby, and for that I am very grateful.
To people who resist the deal because they resent having no other choice in cable provider, Mr. Filley says that when it comes to something as crucial as technology, it’s better to have one monopoly than none at all.
To be sure, there are a few species of each that are irritable enough to make awkward neighbors. The so-called social bees and wasps, that is, the species that live in large colonies and build elaborate nests, certainly will sting in defense of their homes. (Wouldn’t you?)
Never wet a line or staggered to the Derby shed at 9:59 pm to weigh-in before the doors closed? No problem. This book works on a variety of levels and has been crafted lovingly by Mr. Jerome as a showcase of both Mr. Ellis’s considerable artistic talent and his community commitment.
“Really, the book is to honor my mother and my grandmother for what they’d done for us, the sacrifices they made that I only understood as an adult. Maybe I was also hearkening back to a time long-past.” – Kevin Parham