The “Dude Train,” the “Flying Dude,” the “Dude Flyer.” It’s one of the most famous passenger trains ever to run in New England, but you couldn’t walk up and buy a ticket to board it. Nor did any of its various nicknames ever appear in an official timetable or on a station wall.
By Karl Zimmermann
Would that which we call a tourist T-shirt by any other name smell as sweet?
By Mary Breslauer
Hammers pound and ladders leanTo make this summer home pristine.If houses talked, this one would say:“My owners called. They’re on their way!”
By D.A.W.
The shorts are shorter and tighter than they would be by the turn of the millennium. The sunglasses are rounder than they would be once the Oakley wraparound sunglass craze came and went. And the duffles look like something you might take to a Richard Simmons workout session.
Frances McGuire's particular take on her "emotional home."
By Libby Ellis
Two sisters, two brothers, a couple of cousins, and four great fish markets.
By Alexandra Bullen Coutts
Ever since Wampanoags launched canoes in pursuit of whales, fishermen have been pushing the envelope by trying to catch big fish from small boats.
By Kib Bramhall
I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knew the guy who on one sunny day, on a beach on the Vineyard, found a washed-up bale of hashish.
By Joe Keenan
“I love working in a square. I feel as if it’s like a hug, a contained space. I love to get up close – paint bigger than life size. I like to engage.”
By CK Wolfson
Abel's Hill, Adams Sisters, Allen Rock, and Argo Merchant.
