Commentary
I am writing to set the record straight.
As this summer departs, I am remembering summers long past, during the 1940s and ‘50s, that were so different from today’s Vineyard summers.
I have spent most of my adult life rehabbing. Not from drugs or alcohol, but from participating in sports.
My very first site visit as the new CEO of the Trustees of Reservations was to the beaches we own and manage on Martha’s Vineyard.
In my first boat / a small and tender / Swampscott dory / at flood tide / I have sailed by and touched / your base
Watch the legs of pedestrians walking up / the ramp of the Vineyard ferry — named the Martha's Vineyard /
The Lagoon Pond is the second largest estuary on Martha’s Vineyard and the most impaired of all the Island’s ponds.
Even though summer is officially over my mind keeps taking me back to a summer like I’ve never seen on the Vineyard in all the years I’ve visited...
Did you have any heroes when you were nine years old? I did and his name was Robin Jackson.
As we move from summer to fall I’m reminded of how in the early spring I was contemplating transitions and change.
Four and a half years ago, I took to task the Martha’s Vineyard NAACP over a matter that goes to the heart of the organization’s work.