04.01.09

This is the tale of a marriage, a home, and a berry patch. All three happened synchronously in a whirlwind stretch of 2007, when Stacy San Severino and I tied the knot in June and moved into our new house in Chilmark in mid-August. Together with her three young children (Henry, eleven, and identical twin daughters Ruby and Nina, seven), we tumbled into our new home after a summer spent at my mother’s house while our mid-sized modular was being constructed.

By Julian Wise

04.01.09

Let me just say, if I had a well-drilling company, I’d call it Good Well Hunting. But I don’t. Someone who does, however, is John Clarke, owner of Island Water Source Inc. in Edgartown, and as I learned from John, this whole process of locating water is a blend of regulatory compliance, science, and a dash of mumbo jumbo. But it all starts with regulatory compliance.

By Geoff Currier

12.01.08

When we first tapped into the brain trust of the magazine to ask about the best things about winter, many of the responses were in reference to summer: It’s not as crowded, there’s less traffic and plenty of parking, we don’t need reservations at restaurants. But that’s not all there is to winter. Writer Tom Dresser, who’s done his share of Island tours, contributed the curmudgeon’s response to the typical tourist’s query about what Vineyarders do all winter: “In the summer, we fish and have sex.

12.01.08

As I pull into the Grange Hall parking lot in West Tisbury five minutes before nine, I see Ashley Hunter eyeing the cyclists assembled for the weekly Vineyard Off-Road Bicycling Association (VORBA) ride. It’s a cold, but not frigid, early winter morning, and the half-dozen riders are regulars, which simplifies Ashley’s task: gauging the abilities of the group and deciding on the skeleton of a route – though the ride’s path always changes once we’re underway.

By Jim Miller

11.01.08

Legend has it that in 1816 Henry Hall of Barnstable County cleared the brush from around some native cranberry plants, and as a result, sand from a nearby dune blew onto the plot. Henry was surprised to find that instead of the cranberries being destroyed, they actually flourished and produced a wonderful crop. And so was born the modern cultivated cranberry bog.

By Geoff Currier

10.01.08

A real estate agent once told me of a client who rented a house for a month unseen, made ferry reservations, and drove out to Chilmark, only to discover that his Porsche didn’t have enough clearance to get down his mile-and-a-half dirt driveway. Dirt roads do much to give the Vineyard its rural character, but don’t let their natural appearance fool you – they require more upkeep than Joan Rivers.

By Geoff Currier

09.01.08

“You should try yoga.” It was a suggestion I’d been hearing for years – everyone from my mother, to my doctor, to any number of bendy, mat-toting friends seemed to have an opinion – but it wasn’t until a well-meaning pharmacist delicately noted my frequent splurges on over-the-counter sleep aids that I finally sat up and took notice. “I hear it helps you sleep,” he said, eyeing my basket full of Benadryl and Tylenol PM.

By Alexandra Bullen Couts

09.01.08

It’s a lucky thing for Steve Ewing that he works on the water. If he toiled on the land, he’d never earn a dime, because he’s one of those Vineyard guys who can’t walk more than twenty-five yards down a village street without running into someone he knows.

By Tom Dunlop

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