Tag Archives: Vineyard roads
Evening Walk
So Tuesday night Tam Lin and I are approaching the worst stretch of the Dr. Fisher Road. It’s not quite pitch-dark but close. Up ahead are red brake lights. They aren’t moving. This is unusual. When we come up next … Continue reading
Adventures in GPS
I got my first-ever cell phone this past January. Why I call it a phone when I seldom use it for phone-calling I’m not sure, but there it is. I use it for texting and private-messaging on Facebook, I use … Continue reading
Behind the Signs
In the early spring of 2014 I blogged about a new sign in the neighborhood. The sign — DRINKING WATER SUPPLY AREA • PLEASE PROTECT IT! — bugged me. It bugged me because it was completely unnecessary. Nothing was being … Continue reading
Bad Roads
Vineyard roads are pretty much like roads in any other small-town or semi-rural area, but there are some differences. One is that we have no traffic lights. Well, OK, there’s one of those red, yellow, and green thingies by the … Continue reading
Moped Accident
Day before yesterday a moped crashed into a pickup on a stretch of road I know well: the stretch where it’s South Road, Chilmark, on one side and State Road, West Tisbury, on the other. This is where Rainbow Farm … Continue reading
Country Roads
I sometimes wax rhapsodic about the single-lane dirt roads of Martha’s Vineyard. True, they’re all very minor roads, sort of like long driveways that have acquired names and a place on island maps. But plenty of us live on them. … Continue reading
A Counterclockwise Orange
I went down to the crossroad again last night. It’s not a crossroad anymore. “A Crossroad Orange” is now a Counterclockwise Orange. An almost-full moon was rising in the east. Vehicles were feeling their way around the circle. Two bicyclists, … Continue reading
A Crossroad Orange
I went to the crossroad Fell down on my knees . . . — Robert Johnson I went to the crossroad too. I went to the crossroad three times and the first two times the batteries in my camera died. … Continue reading
Traffic
People fall off their stools laughing when you say “traffic” and “Martha’s Vineyard” in the same sentence. Muwahahahaha, you think you’ve got traffic? You’re nuts. Honey, I know traffic. I lived in D.C. for 11 years, commuting by bicycle for … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 