Tag Archives: Ag Hall
Living Dangerously at the Farmers Market
Weekend shocker: Yesterday I bought (i.e., paid for) lettuce. Lettuce does, infrequently, come into my apartment thanks to gardener friends with an excess of greens, but green vegetables, especially leafy green vegetables, are rarely seen in my kitchen. What I … Continue reading
A Bookselling Snake
Is it September 15th already?? I spend the whole summer looking forward to Labor Day, and now it’s been two weeks in the rear-view mirror. The island around me may have slowed down somewhat — the traffic definitely has — … Continue reading
A Saner Way to Shop
A Vineyard Haven retailer’s announcement that her store would open at 5 a.m. on “Black Friday” elicited some groans and eye-rolling on Facebook and elsewhere. Martha’s Vineyard is more like the world across the water than some people like to … Continue reading
An Uncommon Memorial
I was, as usual, running a little late. I was caught, totally not as usual, in a bumper-to-bumper traffic jam on sleepy Scotchman’s Bridge Road. Leaning out the window, I saw cars backed up behind me as far as the … Continue reading
Rockin’ Jerusalem
I’ve blogged about Jim Thomas’s Spirituals Choir, in which I sing, a couple of times. See especially “Singing for Our Lives,” from July 2012, and “Sing All the Way,” from July of this year. This past weekend we sang at … Continue reading
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
Benefit Art Show
After reading The Mud of the Place a friend told me, “I’ve never met any of these people, but I feel like I could run into any of them in the grocery store.” Maybe my favorite compliment ever, not least … Continue reading
Todd’s Legacy
Saturday morning I arrived at the Ag Hall a little after the appointed hour of 10 a.m., and already most of the tables and chairs were in place. I fell in with the crew: helped move a few tables, set … Continue reading
Runners’ Field
On my recent, and still ongoing, cleaning/rearranging/excavation jag, I rediscovered my buttons. I hadn’t lost my buttons, exactly, but two bowls of them were hidden behind my old chair. I’d forgotten them. I dumped them out, thinking to dust them … Continue reading
Bountiful
The Fair (formally the Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Society Livestock Show and Fair, the 151st of that name — well, not exactly that name, but close enough) opened Thursday and I still haven’t blogged about Bountiful, Susan Klein and Alan Brigish’s … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 