I thought I’d try to shed some light on the increasing tensions between hawks and doves by organizing a simple colloquy. A hawk on one side, a dove on the other, all within a safe environment. 

I approached a group of doves in a nearby park and asked for a volunteer. “What’s a colloquy?” they asked. “A simple get together where you can air your feelings regarding hawks,” I said. “We’re there,” they all said. “We’ve been wanting to vent about those guys for years.”

Wes Craven

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. There is a fair chance in September and October of clean waves sent our way by distant (one hopes) hurricanes, and the beach guards at the usual access spots have gone back to school.

Paul Schneider

Like many Vineyard regulars, writer Elizabeth Gates is wondering how we got here and where we're going.

Elizabeth Gates

I knew it was only a matter of time before my mother sent her first text message.

Julia Rappaport

So when you get the call, well, will you have the guts to go?

Wes Craven

The Fireworks, Illumination —

How in heaven or tarnation

Does one find the time to spare

And still spend four days at the Fair?

D.A.W.

Despite the sublime craziness of August on the Vineyard – craziness that is best left uncataloged lest the list of diversions itself cause early-onset late-August ennui – it is the moments of stillness that endure.

Paul Schneider

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