Tag Archives: West Tisbury
Swans a-Swimming
When we drive, walk, or bike past the Mill Pond, most of us slow down and glance sideways to see what’s happening. Something always is, though it’s easy to miss if one cruises through at 35 miles an hour — … Continue reading
Beyond Dredgery
I just posted this in reply to a comment to my most recent post, “To Dredge or Not to Dredge.” In that post I quoted William Blake’s line about “seeing the world in a grain of sand.” When we talk … Continue reading
To Dredge or Not to Dredge
Neither dogs nor marijuana was on the warrant for West Tisbury’s annual town meeting last night, so most of the meeting was pretty dull. Most of the 42 articles passed either by unanimous voice vote or by a vocal majority … Continue reading
Signs on Trees
I walk or drive past this tree two or three or four times most days. The sign appeared about a week ago. It bugs me. How does it bug me? Let me count the ways . . . Forget about … Continue reading
Community
“Community” marks Shirley Mayhew’s second appearance in this blog. The first, in September 2012, was “A Miracle.” (Go read it if you haven’t already. Reread it if you have. We’ll wait.) Shirley brought this piece to Cynthia Riggs’s Sunday night … Continue reading
Quorum
Consider this a postscript to “Marijuana Special”. I was going to include it in my account of West Tisbury’s special town meeting, but the marijuana articles got the munchies and ate up all the space. Article 11 generated some thoughtful … Continue reading
Marijuana Special
Don’t get excited — I haven’t gone to pot. The last time I saw the stuff up close and personal must have been at least 15 years ago. It’s probably been twice as long since I last came close to … Continue reading
Season of the Scarecrow
The scarecrows are back! Trav and I met several on our walk to the post office the other day. He had a greeting for every single one. Well, OK, I’m not sure if it was a greeting or a challenge … 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
Bite Back
In 1993, when I participated in the M.V. Land Bank’s first annual cross-island walk, people invariably asked me what cause it was raising money for. “No cause,” I said. “It’s just about walking with other people and learning more about … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 