And so, once again, I spent the majority of my August vacation on the phone with Comcast.
Martha’s Vineyard Hospital is a good place to die, I thought as my mother lay fading away in a hospital bed overlooking Vineyard Haven Harbor on a sunny afternoon as the Shenandoah made her way to sea.
Wet bathing suits are back on the line, and we shower outside amid pale pink roses that tangle in my hair.
I got into the habit of coasting downhill in neutral my first winter on Martha’s Vineyard, in the fall of 1979.
All this foofaraw put me in mind of when I dealt in poles and wires and views. Five poles did not get taken down; they were never put up.
A dozen bluebirds wintered over in the field next to our house.
Welcome to one of the scariest moments you’ll ever live through.
The steamship Nobska was my all-time favorite boat.
Beginning next week, five towns in turn will vote at their annual town elections on a non-binding ballot question asking if a roundabout should be built at the Blinker intersection in Oak Bluffs.
A referendum asking only whether one is for or against the roundabout cannot provide a reliable gauge regarding the project.