07.01.08

Whether you live on-Island year-round or seasonally or simply think the Vineyard is a great place to visit, it’s easy to get stuck in a routine. That may mean you don’t really know all that much about what’s more than a mile from your bed or beach. You may not realize, for instance, that you can rent a small sailboat for the week your family comes to visit, or a Boston Whaler for some time during the Derby.

By Carolyn O'Daly

07.01.08

Not only did the Screen Actors Guild strike earlier this year keep Amy Brenneman from spending much time at her Vineyard home, but she joined a coalition of actors that call themselves Unite for Strength. Unite for Strength will challenge the slate of candidates running for election in September. Why? Unite for Strength claims they dropped the ball in negotiations with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers.

By Brooks Robards

07.01.08

Heads turn as my friends and I march purposefully down Circuit Avenue. The nine o’clock crowds looking for ice cream, the Game Room, fudge, and souvenirs part to let us slip through. It is guaranteed that we are noticed.

By Meredith Downing

07.01.08

Back in the seventeenth century, long before the advent of student loans and their attendant FAFSA forms, you could pay your Harvard tuition in wampum. In fact, you could pay your taxes to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts in beads as well. So what was to prevent someone from going down to the beach with a burlap sack and amassing a fortune? As Don Widdiss, Chilmark resident and wampum artisan, says, “If anyone saw how much work I put into creating a bracelet, they’d think I was crazy.”

By Geoff Currier

07.01.08

What makes a pond great? How does a pond earn such a coveted superlative? How does one recognize greatness? An oyster, an oystercatcher, and an oysterman would probably all agree on the greatness of a particular pond, and I think we all know “great” when we see it. An expanse of blue water teeming with fish and fowl certainly qualifies, while the algae-covered tarn across from the 7-11 in my hometown is clearly a little sketchy. But how does one separate great from pretty good?

By Jim Miller

07.01.08

It’s the kind of thing you would never expect to happen twice. One day in September, after Labor Day, my friend Jules and I went for a little R and R at South Beach. At lunchtime, Jules pulled out a perfectly constructed Italian hoagy. Having just taken a second delicious bite, out of the blue – or rather, over his left shoulder – a seagull swooped in and grabbed Jules’s sandwich. You would think this a once in a lifetime event, no? Well, actually, no. It happened again in the spring.

By Carolyn O'Daly

07.01.08

On an Island full of coincidences and interesting interplay, brothers Wesley and Garrett Brown are a prime example of both. Raised in a Methodist clergy family, the preacher’s kids have each traveled separate circuitous routes to end up doing what may seem like the same thing: playing the organ at either end of Kennebec Avenue in Oak Bluffs each summer.

By Mary-Jean Miner

07.01.08

We’ve had house guests leave everything from a bottle of wine to a box of designer chocolates to a card as a thank-you. I’ve been fine with all of these.

By Kate Feiffer

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