For two Island ferry captains, the end of paper nautical charts only makes them more precious – both as practical aids and works of art.
By Remy Tumin
The only sounds were the rustling of branches and the crunching of leaves. It was a brilliant late-summer morning, and a herd of goats was having breakfast on a piece of land near Black Point Pond, where Rebecca Brown of Island Grazing was working on a private meadow restoration project. There were tall Kiko and Boer goats stretching up on their legs to grab leaves, and smaller Arapawa goats staying closer to the ground.
By Ivy Ashe
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.
By Wes Craven
After twenty years of focusing on her Vineyard Haven gallery, Nancy Shaw Cramer is ready to take a step back.
By Nicole Grace Mercier
Something there may be that doesn’t love a wall, according to Robert Frost, but who can resist a white picket fence? No one in Edgartown, it would seem.
By Alexandra Bullen Coutts
I once had a friend who lived in an old farmhouse that had a five-foot blue racer snake living inside the walls. I asked him why he didn’t have it removed and he tersely replied: No mice.
By Geoff Currier
Bonnie McElaney Menton has a clear recollection of an evening forty years ago: the day John Lennon came for a slumber party.
Longtime Island regular Vernon E. Jordan Jr. recently received the 2014 “lifetime achievement award” from American Lawyer magazine for reasons too long to list.
In the 1950s, eating fresh, local food wasn't a fad. It was a necessity.
By Shirley Mayhew
When Mary Rentschler signed on to help Robert Luskin decorate a new addition in his West Tisbury home, she had no idea that she would become his roaming interior designer for the next dozen years. From a rural Martha’s Vineyard setting to downtown Atlanta and historic Washington, D.C., Rentschler has logged the miles, creating comfortable, stylish surroundings for Luskin in each of the three places he calls home.
By Karla Araujo
One of the most famous of all striped bass plugs, the Reverse Atom was born on the beach at North Truro on Cape Cod on a hot August afternoon in 1949.
By Kib Bramhall
“I bought it last year – it wasn’t [called] Chocolate Chip. It was some ungodly name that you can’t even pronounce that meant nothing to me at all. I have a forty-four-footer, and the name of that boat is Hot Chocolate.”
By Ivy Ashe
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