05.01.09

When you live on an island, it’s inevitable that you’ll find yourself in unlikely relationships. Sure, there are the regulars in your life – family, friends, the people you work with – but then there are the others, the unexpecteds.

By Kate Feiffer

05.01.09

On the morning of July Fourth, while the Bunch of Grapes Bookstore was being evacuated because of a fire, a customer stood resolutely in front of the checkout counter. The customer had been in the store the day before to buy a copy of David Wroblewski’s The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, and after reading the first hundred pages overnight, she had returned to get the book as a gift for a friend.

By Kate Feiffer

05.01.09

For six years, Claudia Miller ran the Point Way Inn in Edgartown as a bed and breakfast, an immaculate, old sea captain’s home with serene gardens and seven bedrooms. Then, at the end of 2004, she decided to make a change. She stopped charging. The Point Way Inn became host to a new clientele: artists. The inn still functions much like a high-end bed and breakfast, but the guests don’t pay a dime.

By Rachel Nava Rohr

05.01.09

You do not have to be a little girl to enjoy dance class. Oak Bluffs resident Janet Holladay is in her fifties and attends more than five classes a week. Always spotted wearing a smile and a skirt, she dances her way through the week with ballroom dancing, swing dancing, and Zumba. And thanks in part to Janet, the new exercise phenomenon of Zumba has become a vehicle for all ages on-Island to show off their moves for family, friends, and strangers.

By Meredith Downing

05.01.09

Since the first cave etchings, man has been representing the animal world in artwork.

By Laura D. Roosevelt

05.01.09

The Oscar-winning actress and part-time Vineyard resident spoke candidly to Island artist Rebekah Blu over several conversations. In order to capture the real Patricia Neal and pay tribute to her love of theater, Rebekah wrote the transcripts into the form of a play. Cast of characters:

By Rebekah Blu

05.01.09

In my car aboard the freight deck of the Governor, headed over choppy waves to Woods Hole one fall morning, I couldn’t help but notice the large windshield sticker on the car in front of me: VINEYARDERS. While I considered whether or not a true Islander would ever own such a sticker, the reality of my own Island status hit and humbled me.

By Barbara Leham Smith

05.01.09

Simon Hickman puts up arbors with the same ease and frequency that I put up excuses. When you tour the grounds surrounding his home on Lambert’s Cove Road in West Tisbury, they’re as abundant as sparrows and each has its own distinct personality.

By Geoff Currier

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