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.
By 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?
By Margaret Knight
Some Aquinnah firsts: the first bed and breakfast in town, in a house with one of the first flush toilets, and containing the first enterprise consumed with canards.
By 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.
By Jim Kaplan
The Silver Screen Film Society, a one-man operation, has introduced Martha’s Vineyard to a refreshing variety of classic and contemporary films.
By Tom Dresser
There’s no easy answer to the question, how do you paint a landscape?
By Geoff Currier
Photographer Janet Woodcock claims to love almost every view of Martha’s Vineyard.
By Shelley Christiansen
August tomatoes quickly erase the memories of the hard, mealy, tasteless tomatoes we endure the rest of the year. Tomatoes ripened in the field burst with flavor and practically melt in your mouth.
By Catherine Walthers
The intersection of art and gardens is time-honored, and it continues today, here on Martha’s Vineyard.
Up-and-coming painters clean biohazard rooms and drive trucks to pay the rent. But sometimes the day job itself inspires good art.
By Christie Matheson
In 1946 I had never heard of Martha’s Vineyard.
By Shirley Mayhew
If you could dig deep into the sand along Seaview Avenue in Oak Bluffs, just across the street from where the old Sea View Hotel once stood, you would see it there, resting by the sea as it has for centuries.
By Max Hart
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