His auto empire is far larger than the one he inherited from his late father. But Ernie Boch Jr.'s place in Edgartown? You might be surprised.
By Vanessa Czarnecki
While chefs usually get most of the credit for a successful meal out, it’s the servers who are on the front lines.
By Simone McCarthy
An appetite in Asian markets for the littlest of little American eels has led to a spike in their price. And that, in turn, has led to a rise in illegal harvesting and concerns about the species as a whole.
By Sara Brown
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.
By Paul Schneider
When 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?
By Paul Schneider
What happens when a contemporary composer winds up living on the Island.
By Dean Rosenthal
After forty-something years the greatest Vineyard band you never heard of is releasing a debut album.
By Geoff Currier
As idyllic as Island farming may seem, making a go of it is, and always was, a mysterious combination of constant hard work and occasional good luck. At West Tisbury's iconic Nip'n'Tuck Farm, it's always been, well, nip and tuck.
By Tina Miller
Alex Friedman was getting antsy. Tuna season had opened the day before and he hadn’t gone out because it looked like there would be foul weather offshore. But now, as we sat in Oak Bluffs harbor onboard his thirty-five-foot H&H Downcast F/V, Dazed & Confused, the VHF radio was blurting out conversations between captains and aerial fish spotters who had gone out and apparently they were getting some action.
By Geoff Currier
In the summer, volunteers on the Vineyard visit beaches under the light of the moon to count horseshoe crabs as they come ashore to spawn.
By Sara Brown
On the morning of Wednesday, July 1, 1891 a large flag with a white background, blue border, and the words “Harbor View” in crimson letters was run up the flagpole of a new enterprise at the very edge of Edgartown.
By Nis Kildegaard
The magical realism of Cindy Kane.
By Alexandra Bullen Coutts
