The Port Authority in New York at 4.a.m. is a place no one wants to be. The floor is sticky, the air stale.

Fifty-one winters ago this coming Sunday, Malcolm X was cut down in a hail of bullets in a social hall in Harlem.

A quiet revolution has been slowly taking place on the Vineyard, something that is perhaps of great importance and could do exciting things for the Island.

On Wednesday afternoon Miss Lani sat on the floor with a group of young children at the children’s art studio.

Looking back, I was too young to be a professor and the man enrolled in my child psychology course was too young to be at war.