For many of us, Martha’s Vineyard settles our souls.

Then out across the ocean, Martha’s Vineyard came in view, and St. Nick suggested landing, to all his reindeer crew, in Ocean Park in Oak Bluffs, when they above it flew.

The other night, while picking out a Christmas tree with my family, an older man approached me, holding a bouquet of holly branches. “I’m in love with your wife,” he told me.

When my father Doug Ewing died from cancer in 1995 I was not yet five years old.

Since early 2020, the Martha’s Vineyard community has lived and worked through the Covid-19 pandemic.