Exactly seventy years ago this season, Nelson Bryant of West Tisbury was in Europe, having dropped by parachute into German-occupied Holland. “On December 17, my regiment wasordered to prepare for immediate movement to the Bulge and I was apprehensive as we rushed to gather weapons, ammunition, clothing, and K-rations,” he wrote in his new memoir, Mill Pond Joe.

“I had wanted to jump into Normandy and Holland, but the thought of more combat, particularly in winter, depressed me.”

Paul Schneider

Our intrepid columnist returns for another talk with the birds. Their advice: “You’re a bird brain, but that can be illuminating. Relax and enjoy the ride”.

Wes Craven

A  few readers recently wrote to say my talking to birds, and worse, claiming they were talking back to me, was abnormal behavior and constituted a cry for help. They thought I should have my head examined. 

Wes Craven

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.

Wes Craven

The architecture magazineShows bathrooms gleaming and pristineWhose sinks, it seems, have never seenA toothbrush cup or Listerine

D.A.W.

W hen 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? What if I forget about the filming and drive by in the background with my pickup truck  embarrassingly full of recycling?

Paul Schneider

It's stated (oftentimes to tease)

That apples don't fall far from the trees,

But pumpkins never leave the nest,

Not even at their mom's request.

D.A.W.

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