The high point of the Vineyard year is summer, and the high point of every summer is the Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Society Fair.
By Nicole Galland
(And Marty Nadler’s favorite snappy answers.)
On Chappy and across the Vineyard, we make do with what’s lying around. If it still works or runs – even barely – it’s good enough for us.
By Margaret Knight
Croquet – considered risqué in the nineteenth century and snooty in the twentieth – retakes the field on the Vineyard (and welcomes all comers) in the twenty-first.
By Jim Kaplan
Minding his own business.
By Mike Seccombe
Executive Director of Martha’s Vineyard Community Services.
By Kate Feiffer
A 22-year-old native of Chappaquiddick, serving as second mate aboard the traditional schooner Pride of Baltimore II, sails across the Atlantic for the first time in her life.
By Lily Morris
When you walk out to our backyard, the first thing you’ll notice is that CDs are hanging from the branches of many of our bushes. It’s not because we want our forsythias to look like gypsies; it’s to scare away the damn deer.
By Geoff Currier
“Right above the table, the little mouse paused, leaned over as if to join the conversation, then tumbled over the edge and landed with a thud on the table.”
By Shirley Mayhew
The heyday of the Hot Tin Roof was in the late 1970s and early ’80s, the first few years of its existence. The club changed hands many times, went bankrupt once, and was resurrected in the mid-1990s. The steel building at the airport now houses a nightclub called Outerland – as well as a lot of memories.
By Chris Burrell
On its sesquicentennial, Martha’s Vineyard Shipyard, one of the oldest businesses on the Island, stands at the heart of a working Vineyard Haven harbor.
By Tom Dunlop
Two summers ago, I took a job in downtown Edgartown. “What about parking?” I inquired.
By Shelley Christiansen
