Tag Archives: West Tisbury
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
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
Town Lines
It just dawned on me that here it is only Wednesday and I’ve already been in five of the six island towns. This is unusual. West Tisbury is a no-brainer: I live in it. I do most of my grocery … Continue reading
So around 4:15 this afternoon Travvy and I were waiting to cross State Road to go to the West Tisbury post office — waiting at the crosswalk, mind you — and a nice person in an older white Subaru Outback … Continue reading
Yellow Season
Yellow season is rolling out all around us. Yellow season is daffodils, forsythia, and dandelions. Some other stuff is yellow all year-round. Here’s some stuff that’s yellow all year-round.
Runners’ Field
On my recent, and still ongoing, cleaning/rearranging/excavation jag, I rediscovered my buttons. I hadn’t lost my buttons, exactly, but two bowls of them were hidden behind my old chair. I’d forgotten them. I dumped them out, thinking to dust them … Continue reading
Dumptique
At last December’s groundbreaking for the library expansion, Selectman Cindy Mitchell said that the library was the heart of West Tisbury. If she’s right, West Tisbury has at least two hearts. The other one is the Dumptique — the recycling … Continue reading
January Sunset
Taking a break from words . . . Travvy and I headed out for a walk a little after four. The sky colors were starting to jell. I went back for my camera. I’m glad I did. Along Halcyon Way … Continue reading
The Year That Was: Politics
As 2012 coasted to a close, I had the feeling that for me it had been a marking-time year, a pretty good year, but one in which I was pretty much standing still. Reviewing a year’s worth of blog posts … Continue reading
Newtown
I wasn’t going to blog about Newtown. “Mud of the place” and all that: my feet aren’t in the mud of that place, and I’m trying to watch where my mouth is. On the other hand, I do have my … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 