Author Archives: Susanna J. Sturgis
Reality Check
Bob Lee died suddenly on August 11. His death was a shock: he’d been in poor health for some time, but he got around, sang and drummed in the M.V. Spirituals Choir, and frequented the West Tisbury post office — … Continue reading
MV on FB Update
When I’d been on Facebook a year, I blogged about it. This seems to be a universal truth: If you blog and if you use social media, sooner or later you will blog about social media. I was a late … Continue reading
Directions
On our morning walk Travvy and I came to the end of Pine Hill. Across Old County, in the little parking area for the big meadow, was a burgundy sedan. Cars are not exactly rare in this little parking area, … Continue reading
August License Plate Report
Only one new sighting in August — the Alabama plate I spotted on Kennebec Ave. in Oak Bluffs while cruising for a parking place so I could do my grocery shopping — but it’s a good omen. Last year I … Continue reading
Roundabooboo
Around midday yesterday a Honda sedan hit the curb at the roundabout hard enough to deploy both airbags and send the driver to the hospital with what initial reports indicate (and we’re hoping) are fairly minor injuries. The Martha’s Vineyard … Continue reading
Our Challenge
When the Obamas vacation on Martha’s Vineyard, they don’t stay as long as the Clintons did. This is good, not because I begrudge the president a long vacation but because it gives the press corps less down time to run … Continue reading
Bite Back
In 1993, when I participated in the M.V. Land Bank’s first annual cross-island walk, people invariably asked me what cause it was raising money for. “No cause,” I said. “It’s just about walking with other people and learning more about … Continue reading
Detour
Yes indeed, the president and first family are here. They arrived yesterday. I’ve been saying for years that if you’ve seen one presidential visit, you’ve seen them all. This is not quite true. The first — by President Clinton in … Continue reading
Outings
In my last blog, I strongly implied that I rarely go out in summer. This week I’m making a liar of myself: having just got home from Spirituals Choir rehearsal, I’ve now been out five nights in a row. Liar, … Continue reading
Moth
When summer arrives, I put my blinders on. I stop reading bulletin boards and the newspaper event listings. My year-round Vineyard brain can’t take in that many options, and my year-round Vineyard income can’t afford them anyway. Last night, however, … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 