Tag Archives: President Obama
Walking for RBG
I got my first cell phone less than two years ago. During the 10 years that I spent a lot of time out in the woods on horseback, people were amazed — shocked, even — that not only did I … Continue reading
White Tent
Trav and I cross the grounds or playing fields of the West Tisbury School at least once a day and often twice, so of course I noticed when the white tent appeared a few days ago. Tents are not unusual … 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
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
Dangling Conversation
The dangling conversation has many variations. Here’s one: Summer resident: It couldn’t be easy, dealing with all these people all summer long. Year-round Vineyarder: Well, the traffic does get to me, and working three jobs when the kids are out … Continue reading
Inaugural
In my 11 years (1969–72 and 1977–85) as a resident of Washington, D.C., I never went near an inauguration. The inaugurations that took place during my residency were for Nixon (one) and Reagan (two), which is to say nothing to … Continue reading
Sorry, Mr. President
I’m not going to be out there on South Road waving when your motorcade goes by, and you won’t notice me craning for a glimpse of you when you visit the fair or hit the fairways or check out some … Continue reading
He’s Coming
Indeed, President Obama will be vacationing on MV later this month. We know this partly because a minor fire at Blue Heron Farm, where the Obamas stay, was covered in the Huffington Post. Trust me, this was not the news … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 