Thus I nodded, smiled and pretended I knew all about Pilates, blindly linking them in my thoughts to a particular fragrance sifting away from a Polish friend’s pantry on a dinner best described as Hippie Goes Home for Family holidays.
Jib Ellis writes from the wilds of Vineyard Haven, where he thinks, often, about how the Island is, was and could be. Every so often Jib will digress on something on-Island that reminds him of the outside world. Or, in this case, vice versa. The first established American Valentines officially came from Worcester in 1849 […]
Potential bonanza for Martha’s Vineyard