“A lot has transpired in the last two years, and I don’t think that needs explanation.” So said Patriots owner Robert Kraft as he accepted the Vince Lombardi Trophy on what was to many Vineyarders the first, and perhaps only, day of unadulterated positive news this past winter. And I don’t think that needs explanation.
There are places you remember all your life, though some have changed.
The magazine you are holding in your hands is the Winter–Spring 2016–2017 issue. We call it that for a good reason: we haven’t thought of a better name for it. After all, half of the time winter here feels like spring, while half of spring can feel a little uncomfortably like winter. As for 2016–2017, we were tempted to just leave the 2016 off this year, so weary were we with the pleasures of living in this great republic during election season.
After the Pikie revolution it was off to the races as demand for striper plugs surged, and dozens of small tackle businesses sprang up across New England.
I’ve come to know that the junk hauling industry on this Island is not positioned for growth.
It’s the oldest complaint in the world. At least as old as “God said to Abraham, ‘Kill me a son.’” And Abe, who God apparently thought wasn’t grateful enough for the world he’d been given, said “Man, you must be putting me on.” (Dylan 6:1) The real problem, of course, was that God wasn’t sure that Abe was willing to make the sacrifices necessary to get along in the world. “Young people these days,” the old deity might have been thinking of Abe, who was a hundred years old but still young enough to be siring a kid with his equally ancient wife, Sarah.