Margaret Knight learns how to be nice to spiders.
Margaret Knight
A writer splits for the other coast the day after Hurricane Bob in August 1991, abandoning his wife to clean up after the storm. In gratitude, she sends him a T-shirt whose slogan we wouldn’t dare print in this headline.
Geoff Currier
How would you feel if someone asked you to sign a legal document that invites people to gaze into your yard, and signs away rights to part of your waterfront view forever?
Margaret Knight
You Vineyard golfers are scum. You dress like pimps. You wake up course-side homeowners with your loud chatter in the dewy morning. You suck the water out of the aquifer, pollute the ground with fertilizer, reduce great tracts of land to suburbia. Well, we’re getting the last laugh. We’ll veto three of every four courses you propose.
Jim Kaplan
Up-and-coming painters clean biohazard rooms and drive trucks to pay the rent. But sometimes the day job itself inspires good art.
Christie Matheson
Brendan O’Neill is a rather reluctant media star.
Paul Schneider
Four heads hang low over the starboard railing. No, these kids aren’t seasick.
Shelley Christiansen
