Tag Archives: psychic map
On (the?) Island
A Facebook conversation the other day zeroed in on the phrase “on-island.” Are those who use it — as opposed to, say, “here” or “on the island” — giving themselves away as recent arrivals? Are they perhaps a little insecure … Continue reading
Recognition
I do my laundry at the Airport Laundromat. When the laundry hamper is high and the clean underwear supply approaching nil — about every three weeks — I start watching the weather for a good drying day. Then off I … 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
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
Sing All the Way
I was scheduled to participate in two performances on July 28, the fourth edition of “World of the Troubadours and Trobairitz” and the Spirituals Choir’s annual Della Hardman Day concert at East Chop Light. Lyme disease isn’t contagious and my … Continue reading
Hunter or Hunted?
When I write about psychic maps, it’s usually about Martha’s Vineyard, right? Well, yeah. This is where I live and this is what I choose to write about. One reason I choose to write about Martha’s Vineyard is that I … Continue reading
Split Screen
On June 26, two Alaskan malamutes, Tucker and Huey, got loose from their run in Hillsdale County, Michigan. Their owners, Dawn and Jeff McClellan, started searching for them right away. The McClellans believe that the two dogs went to a … Continue reading
At Sepiessa
Late yesterday afternoon I took Trav to the M.V. Land Bank’s Sepiessa Point Reservation so he could get his paws wet and we both could see something other than the same old same-old. Sepiessa is a great spit of land … Continue reading
Plot
Plotting fiction is like making rock candy. Left to itself, boiled sugar water just sits there. Nothing happens. Well, yes, things happen, but they take so long that it’s a rare soul who’ll just sit there and watch. Not the … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 