Admit it, the heart swells with self-satisfaction and contentment at the thought that ours is a community in which the milk of human kindness and sympathetic understanding courses like hurricane floodwaters along each and every potholed dirt road? What a remarkable place to live.
It is modestly encouraging to learn, as we do this week, that Massachusetts and Rhode Island are conspiring over big time wind energy development in federal waters off the coasts of the two states.
Vineyarders were very well prepared for hurricane Earl, even though, in the deepest sense, he promised to be the worst sort of guest.
We haven't a lot of ceremony left in American life, alas, but commencements do go on, year after year, and in the grand tradition, with full, appropriate panoply, bringing together, as we see here today, people from all walks of life, all parts of the country, and indeed of the world, to pay tribute to genuinely worthy accomplishment.
The flight of Congress to the hinterlands this month, to see whether what they have been told about the fiercely truculent mood of voters is true, coincides with the apex of the hurricane season.
In December 2004, the state Supreme Judicial Court (SJC) ruled that the Wampanoag Tribe of Gay Head (Aquinnah) is subject to local enforcement of zoning regulations with respect to the construction of a small shed on the so-called Cook Lands.
It's no secret that the baby boomer generation has influenced this country in areas from pop culture to politics and the economy.