Up-and-coming painters clean biohazard rooms and drive trucks to pay the rent. But sometimes the day job itself inspires good art.
By Christie Matheson
In 1946 I had never heard of Martha’s Vineyard.
By Shirley Mayhew
If you could dig deep into the sand along Seaview Avenue in Oak Bluffs, just across the street from where the old Sea View Hotel once stood, you would see it there, resting by the sea as it has for centuries.
By Max Hart
Four heads hang low over the starboard railing. No, these kids aren’t seasick.
By Shelley Christiansen
I was born on March 14, 1928. That’s Johnny Perry Day on WMVY radio.
By Brooks Robards
Sixth grader Jake LaPierre of Vineyard Haven looked forward to his fifth trout-fishing tournament, sponsored by the Martha’s Vineyard Rod and Gun Club and held May 7 at Duarte’s Pond in West Tisbury. The magazine gave Jake a disposable camera and asked him to create his own photographic album of the day. Undaunted by the gale that afflicted the tournament, Jake shot a role of film in the darkness of the tent, and when the deluge let up a bit, at the pond’s edge.
By Tom Dresser
Two steps into the Nevin Square storefront on Winter Street and you might think you’ve entered Queen Victoria’s pantry.
By Elizabeth Bomze
To Islanders reading newspapers and attending meetings, Art Flathers is a brilliant, unorthodox guy who pens intemperate letters and roars from the right.
By Jim Kaplan
It was 1972 and a lot of young people were living together without getting married. To my parents’ generation, that was a shock.
By Margaret Knight
To most Vineyard residents and many visitors, internist Michael Jacobs is the doctor who’s run the walk-in clinic on State Road in Tisbury since 1987.
By Elaine Lembo
From the Atlantic to the Pacific, black-capped chickadees sing the exact same song. From Chappaquiddick to Aquinnah, they sing something completely different.
By Christine Schultz
In the movie Quackster Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx, Gene Wilder plays a fellow who earns his living going down the streets scooping up horse droppings, then selling them for fertilizer. He becomes one of the most beloved men in Dublin.
By Geoff Currier
