Commentary
From Gazette editions of January 1987:
The Wintertide Coffeehouse reopens for its 1987 season on Saturday in a new location: the Manter Memorial Youth Hostel on the Edgartown Road.
Who will gather leaves for the children’s craft?
Who will sort the harmless reds from the poison?
Who will fold and unfold the octagonal star?
Who will care less for the flower than for its unfolding?
Who will look at a rock and see a king, a loser, a lost you?
Editor's Note: Each year, editor Phyllis Meras creates a Christmas poem for the Vineyard.
As a child, the closest I ever came to Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup was through a slide of Andy Warhol’s iconic print in an art history class; except for once a year, Hanukkah, which began this week. It’s the key to my great-grandmother’s brisket recipe, and last weekend I found myself elbow deep in it as I made the dish for the first time by myself.
We occupied Martha’s Vineyard, which wasn’t difficult as we already lived here. Unfortunately nobody thought of OMV until fall when the infamous one per cent had already left on private jets. Someone suggested that we set up a camp, but with hunting season upon us, and most of us being older, camping didn’t seem safe.
House Rules
No one gets it right all the time, including this newspaper. We heard from several readers who thought the Gazette editorial last week unfairly suggested that our towns already have sufficient tools to regulate so-called megamansions and simply have not been tough enough. Not so, they said.