Our bird columnist has begun to worry about his avian conversations. So in the spirit of mental transparency, he booked a session with the respected Boston psychiatrist Dr. Malleus Maleficarum.
The architecture magazineShows bathrooms gleaming and pristineWhose sinks, it seems, have never seenA toothbrush cup or Listerine
W hen I heard recently that the Discovery Channel is coming to the West Tisbury Dumptique to shoot a series about the famous giant sword maker of Martha’s Vineyard, I was filled with remorse and fear on multiple levels. What if those worn-in, but not worn-out Spanish boots of Spanish leather I left there not long ago get discovered and are worth a fortune? What if I forget about the filming and drive by in the background with my pickup truck embarrassingly full of recycling?
It's stated (oftentimes to tease)
That apples don't fall far from the trees,
But pumpkins never leave the nest,
Not even at their mom's request.
I thought I’d try to shed some light on the increasing tensions between hawks and doves by organizing a simple colloquy. A hawk on one side, a dove on the other, all within a safe environment.
I approached a group of doves in a nearby park and asked for a volunteer. “What’s a colloquy?” they asked. “A simple get together where you can air your feelings regarding hawks,” I said. “We’re there,” they all said. “We’ve been wanting to vent about those guys for years.”
Fall is a sort of second summer. One with shorter days, it’s true, and cooler evenings. But the water in the ocean and in the Sounds is warmer than in July. The local produce so beloved in August is, if anything, more plentiful, as are most of the fishes. There are not just bass and blues now, but blistering explosions of false albacore and – could it be? – bonito. There is a fair chance in September and October of clean waves sent our way by distant (one hopes) hurricanes, and the beach guards at the usual access spots have gone back to school.