Commentary
As I work at home during the pandemic I’ve become attuned to the rhythm of the neighborhood.
Early Sunday morning, I like to walk Middle Road from West Tisbury.
Fifty years ago this summer I saw a musical milestone. No one knew this was a farewell concert.
I live on Martha’s Vineyard, 3,000 miles away from my homeland. Why?
Sand
Clean white sand
warm in summer
rolling wet
hot bodies
fresh from swimming
in the Sound
Dennis daRosa, my longest-time friend in life, died last week.