Category Archives: Martha’s Vineyard
On the Ballot
It took less than a week for the town clerk to certify my signatures and get my nomination paper stamped by three of the town’s registrars of voters. Why does it take three registrars to certify that a candidate is … Continue reading
No Dogs! No No No!
So last December the West Tisbury Parks and Recreation committee threw up a NO DOGS sign on the new public basketball court near the West Tisbury School. Trav and I had been using it a few mornings a week for … Continue reading
I Hate Fresh Fruits & Vegetables
The other day X declared that she’d taken to her bed with raw spinach poisoning. A friend noted that X’s symptoms sounded suspiciously like those of the nasty stomach bug she herself had just gotten over, and she had not … Continue reading
A Candidate’s Progress
One month to the day after I picked up the instructions and a blank petition (see “Rumor Control” for the backstory), I filed my nomination papers to run for the Martha’s Vineyard Commission (MVC). This required a trip to Town … Continue reading
The Politics of Personalities
Neither the town of West Tisbury, the commonwealth of Massachusetts, nor the United States of America is going to stand or fall based on the votes that were taken at last night’s special town meeting. Most of them were about … Continue reading
Dogged
Last November, at a special town meeting (STM), West Tisbury voters very narrowly voted to ban dogs from Lambert’s Cove Beach between June 15 and September 15. Up till then dogs had been allowed on the beach before 10 a.m. … Continue reading
May License Plate Report
May’s haul: Wyoming, Wisconsin, Delaware, and Utah. For some reason, multiple sightings often follow hard on the first: I swear I’ve seen three different Utahs and two different Delawares. May also brought the advance guard of cutesy-poo plates on out-of-state … Continue reading
Sad
I’m sad to report that little ducky and (probably) his mama are no more. My next-door neighbors went over to see the ducks yesterday morning. When they returned, they reported that they had seen no ducks at all. Very unusual. … Continue reading
Little Ducky
This morning Susie Farmerette (NOT) hit on the bright idea of shutting the hens out of the hen yard for the day, thereby turning it into a duck yard. Three hours later I returned, point-and-shoot in my hip pocket. Eureka! … Continue reading
My Menagerie
For ten days or so I’m looking after a neighbor’s dog. Along with the dog come two handsome ginger cats, four hens, and two ducks, the female of whom is sitting on an egg. The ducks are a recent acquisition. … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 