Tag Archives: West Tisbury
August License Plate Report
Best. August. Ever! Which you might have surmised because here I am posting on the first of the month instead of waiting a week, or, in the case of June, almost a month. I went back over the last 10 … Continue reading
July License Plate Report
Unlike the June report, July is being posted in a reasonably timely fashion. It really is August 6. Compare the top of this map to the top of June’s and you’ll see that July was a very good month: only … Continue reading
May License Plate Report
Malvina Forester gets inspected in May and as usual I put it off till the last full week of the month. Procrastination paid off once again, because parked in front of the West Tisbury church was a car with Hawaii … Continue reading
Vineyarders Sing, Loud and Clear
If this heading doesn’t make sense, see my most recent post, “Do You Hear the People Sing?” Or just read on. On Monday, advocates for the Martha’s Vineyard Housing Bank were staring down a make-or-break week, though no one was … Continue reading
January Blizzard
We have had, as you may have heard, some serious snow. It’s been a while since we had snow this serious — the kind of snow where the driveway has to be plowed before you can reach the main road, … Continue reading
Henri, Meet Uncle Bob
As I write, we’re on the fringes of Tropical Storm Henri. The wind is blowing, there’s been some rain, but so far, so good. The electricity flickered a couple of times before 7 but I went ahead and made the … Continue reading
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
I’m Not Jogging
I hate jogging. Don’t even talk about running. I do love to walk. I walk a lot. I walk about four miles on an average day. (Read on and you’ll learn how I know this.) Some people walk because they … Continue reading
Flunking Inspection
In Massachusetts, non-commercial motor vehicles get inspected once a year. When I learned to drive, in the mid/late 1960s, it was twice, spring and fall. Now it’s once, and the year is, sensibly enough, broken into months; probably some effort … Continue reading
Spilt Milk
Yes, I spilt it, but no, I didn’t cry. I cussed. I live at close quarters in a studio apartment. Sometimes I forget how close things are, like how close the milk pitcher (from which I pour milk into my … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 