Sunlight flies through outer space,Unstopped except when forced to faceThe Coppertone with which we’ve spreadOurselves like so much buttered bread.
The best thing about July, it sometimes seems to me, is that it is not yet August and all of those weeks of summer are stretched out ahead like a lazy line of turtles on a log. Usually, a negative compliment like “not yet August” would be some kind of slight, either to July or August. But it is not. It’s just a pure statement of fact: the beginning of summer is better than its end, even accounting for the truth that most of the year-round population rarely has time to exhale until September.
Forget old Best of the Vineyard standbys. It's time to crown some new winners.
Last fall a Vineyard owl who’d taken me under his wing suggested I join the migration just underway. “Learn what birds are up against these days. Might be an eye-opener.”
On the off chance that you ignored the cover of this month’s issue and flipped feverishly to this page in order to see what pearls of insight might await you at the editor’s letter, I would like to remind you that this year is Martha’s Vineyard Magazine’s thirtieth year of publication. And that while we will be marking the anniversary in various ways over the course of the year, in this issue we devoted most of the feature well to looking back fondly.
The last three decades have ushered in consistent innovation in Martha’s Vineyard transportation.