09.01.08

I know it’s called the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby, but for a lot of anglers it’s all about the false albacore, or albies. These little ocean-going baby tuna invade the shorelines of the Vineyard sometime late in August and might stay as long as early November, with the peak of the season falling smack dab in the middle of the five-week fishing frenzy known simply as The Derby. For shore-based fly-fishermen, the albie is the perfect Derby fish.

By David W. Skok

09.01.08

Steve and his brothers’ childhood adventures included jumping into the Atlantic from the concrete bunker, a relic from World War II, that still stood defiantly in the surf at South Beach a generation later. “The Bunker Is Leaving” When I was a boy I swam at South Beach We played in the waves My brothers and me We laid on our stomachs

09.01.08

Baby Monica Skye Miller was baptized in a Pennsylvania prison by poet, peace activist, and priest Daniel Berrigan. Joan Baez sang, unaccompanied. That was in the late 1960s: Joan Baez had already had a relationship with Bob Dylan and had become a major voice in the anti-war movement. Berrigan also was a mainstay of the peace movement – though he had yet to co-found the international anti-nuke Plowshares movement, or hit the FBI’s top ten most-wanted list after using homemade napalm to destroy hundreds of draft files.

By Mike Seccombe

09.01.08

It turns out that the ferry, in addition to being a place to get a really overpriced pretzel, is also a good spot for birding. As Susan B. “Soo” Whiting, of Chilmark, points out in the book Vineyard Birds II (Vineyard Stories, 2007), which she co-authored with Barbara B. Pesch, “Several species of gulls and terns, cormorants, sea ducks, and migratory passerines and hawks, depending on the season, may be seen from the decks of the ferries.”

By Geoff Currier

09.01.08

On the Wednesday morning after Labor Day last year, I was in no hurry as I pedaled down Chappaquiddick’s main road toward the ferry. The piercing rays of the September sun dappled the pavement with patches of light and dark shadows that made it hard to see where I was going. The long stretches of shade were so dense that I felt I was disappearing when I rode into them. Up ahead in the sunlight, I saw a couple on bicycles coming my way. The woman called out to me: “Where does this road go?”

By Margaret Knight

09.01.08

August 23, 0800 hours Motored out to sailboat Morningstar in Tashmoo. Port-side amidships covered with cormorant crap. Spent fifteen minutes scrubbing deck and dodger. Never had trouble with cormorants here before. Hope this isn’t going to be a recurring problem. August 26, 1700 hours

By Geoff Currier

09.01.08

Many of us can remember a time when indulging in a truly memorable meal was much like finding a piece of blue sea glass – it could happen, but it was a noteworthy event. Now Martha’s Vineyard has some fine restaurants and first-rate chefs, however I would hardly call it a culinary destination. So it surprises me when I walk into a bookstore and see how many Martha’s Vineyard–related cookbooks line the shelves. One might get the impression that we have the kind of cuisine here that merits more than a dozen cookbooks.

By Kate Feiffer

08.01.08

Friends of mine have so many house guests in summer that they keep a color-coded bar chart on their kitchen wall, indicating which guests sleep where on which dates. My husband and I used to have a lot of guests, especially the first couple of summers after we moved to the Vineyard year-round. Our friends back in New York missed us more then and often invited themselves up to visit.

By Laura D. Roosevelt

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