07.01.05

I was born on March 14, 1928. That’s Johnny Perry Day on WMVY radio.

By Brooks Robards

07.01.05

Sixth grader Jake LaPierre of Vineyard Haven looked forward to his fifth trout-fishing tournament, sponsored by the Martha’s Vineyard Rod and Gun Club and held May 7 at Duarte’s Pond in West Tisbury. The magazine gave Jake a disposable camera and asked him to create his own photographic album of the day. Undaunted by the gale that afflicted the tournament, Jake shot a role of film in the darkness of the tent, and when the deluge let up a bit, at the pond’s edge.

By Tom Dresser

07.01.05

Two steps into the Nevin Square storefront on Winter Street and you might think you’ve entered Queen Victoria’s pantry.

By Elizabeth Bomze

07.01.05

To Islanders reading newspapers and attending meetings, Art Flathers is a brilliant, unorthodox guy who pens intemperate letters and roars from the right.

By Jim Kaplan 

07.01.05

From the Atlantic to the Pacific, black-capped chickadees sing the exact same song. From Chappaquiddick to Aquinnah, they sing something completely different.

By Christine Schultz

07.01.05

To most Vineyard residents and many visitors, internist Michael Jacobs is the doctor who’s run the walk-in clinic on State Road in Tisbury since 1987.

By Elaine Lembo

07.01.05

There’s a soccer league of nations at play on the fields of the Vineyard.

By Jim Kaplan

07.01.05

In the movie Quackster Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx, Gene Wilder plays a fellow who earns his living going down the streets scooping up horse droppings, then selling them for fertilizer. He becomes one of the most beloved men in Dublin.

By Geoff Currier

07.01.05

It began with an unseen tug on a female leg, and it ended with millions of swimmers around the globe vowing that they would never so much as cross the old crick in their bare feet ever again.

By Kate Feiffer

07.01.05

It took two trips around the world for John Mayhew to find his way back home.

By Phyllis Mearas

07.01.05

Even before I moved to the Vineyard I knew the Island fauna was, at the least, eccentric, and, at most, weird.

By Carolyn O'Daly

05.01.05

My husband was the first one to notice.

By Kate Feiffer

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