There’s no crying in football. We beat ‘em on the Vineyard. We beat ’em on Nantucket. We almost beat ’em in Boston.

During most of the 1970s it was a Vineyard ritual. Many of us spent Thanksgiving day with family and friends. Then Saturday came along and it was off to the horse races.

A month ago, I received an email I never expected. As I read it, I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck.

People often say they love to play ping-pong. Fine, but let’s get up to date.

My first chat with Ginny Jones was a long one, as they all were, for Ginny didn’t do small talk.

Former director of the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School, Bob Moore, died on Friday.