Thomas Hart Benton brought this essay, both an obituary and a biography of a 
dog named Jake, to the office of the Vineyard Gazette in August 1946 and asked editor Henry Beetle Hough whether he cared to publish it.

Thomas Hart Benton

These are the sounds I hear on an early spring morning.

Kate Feiffer

I may have been smart enough to move to Martha’s Vineyard, but now that I live here, I can’t figure out how to leave.

Niki Patton

It’s springtime and the air on Martha’s Vineyard is filled with prospects of renewal, growth, and the abundance of change.

Mark Jenkins

One of the few things my father and I held in common was the place where our passions intersected – the water.

Geoff Currier

It’s summer and Thomas Bena of Chilmark is thinking about two things: movies and money. He thinks about movies all the time since he started the Martha’s Vineyard Independent Film Festival. As for the money, he thinks about where he might find a quantity of it to fund the festival next year, its fifth. He’s not going the easy, usual, high-season fund-raising route.

Niki Patton

For pure pulse-racing, adrenaline-surging angling mayhem, the narrow channel known as The Gut has no equal when false albacore or “Little Tunny” invade in late summer and early autumn.

Kib Bramhall

An August evening fills with light...

D.A.W.

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