Walking into my first college class at the age of 38 I should have known my world was about to expand.
Indian summer weather greeted the opening of the 1952 seventh annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass Derby.
I have noticed how dirty and unkempt the airport is. I am ashamed that this is the first thing visitors see when they land on our beautiful Island.
I just noticed that the town of Oak Bluffs (or someone) has cut the wetland grasses and cattails on South Circuit avenue alongside Farm Pond.
Having written several letters critical of the unkempt, rundown appearance of the Vineyard airport, I write now a compliment.
I’d like to publicly thank all those who helped make the sixth annual Best Fest a success.
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