All Frank Dunkl needs is some land and a library card.

He cuts an incongruous figure, Frank, surrounded by the lush, green skunk cabbage and moss-decked oaks of his family’s twenty-three-acre property. In his work scrubs, complete with a packed key chain, well-clipped moustache, and gray hair sprouting from under a company cap, the sixty-four-year-old president of Chilmark Spring Water Company Inc. looks a little like a subway operator.

Sam Bungey


The Oscar-winning actress and part-time Vineyard resident spoke candidly to Island artist Rebekah Blu over several conversations. In order to capture the real Patricia Neal and pay tribute to her love of theater, Rebekah wrote the transcripts into the form of a play.

Cast of characters:

Rebekah Blu


Donnie Benefit and his friends Jim and Jane Klingensmith, who all live in Edgartown, have among them about two hundred years’ experience in the year-round economy of Martha’s Vineyard. And on the basis of that experience, this is their advice for the coming winter:

Seal up your house. Turn down the heat. Make a lot of soup.

A dire message perhaps, but one should bear in mind it’s what they would be doing anyway.

Mike Seccombe


When you enter Greenberg Physical and Hand Therapy Associates in the West Tisbury home of Larry Greenberg, his wife Debbie Shipkin, and their three children, the first health aid you experience won’t necessarily be from a clinician, a weight, or a machine. In a setting that combines the comfort of rural medicine with the modernity of a high-tech facility, you just might get the certified therapy dog – a golden retriever named Maisy roams the facility, sniffing around, producing merriment and laughter.

Jim Kaplan


After winter walks in and constricts your style of living, simply existing inside of your own heartbeat can seem like the hardest task given to human beings. Winters on the Island can be heavy, a weight that summer life makes you forget – only for that surprisingly familiar chill to creep back in when fall comes.

Ben Williams


When Antonio “Tony” Grillo was three years old, he and his mother, Kate, were at Farm Neck Golf Club in Oak Bluffs picking up his father, Joe. As it happened, President Clinton and his entourage were on hand. Seeing the adorable little shaver, who had white-blond hair and was missing a front tooth, a Secret Service agent envisioned a perfect photo op with the chief executive.

“Do you know who that was?” someone asked Tony after he posed with Clinton.

Jim Kaplan


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.

Tom Dunlop


Sporting buttery leather boots that seem a tad handsome for farm chores, Ed Child makes his way down the path from the backyard, through the grape arbors and to the sheep pen. Five merino sheep greet him with gentle baaaas. They hope they’re in for a mid-morning snack. They settle for pats on their heads. “The brown ewe is especially affectionate,” says Barbara Child. “Her nose feels like velvet.” Barbara is bent over double, deadheading in her perennial garden.

Shelley Christiansen