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When a newly hatched mallard duckling crossed Clevelandtown Road Sunday, it was embarking on an odyssey.
The trip would take it down a storm drain and then to a new home among chickens. It would involve police, the highway department and the kindness of strangers. It would give the duckling (gender yet unknown) a name: Stormy.
Stormy, less than a week old, was observed Sunday crossing Clevelandtown Road when he walked across a storm grate and fell through to the bottom.
“He was seen swimming in circles down at the bottom,” Edgartown police Sgt. Craig Edwards said.
Plans for a large addition to a church off the Edgartown-Vineyard Haven Road in Oak Bluffs have spurred concerns from neighbors for the second time in five years. At a public hearing before the Martha’s Vineyard Commission Thursday, commissioners and members of the public heard a proposal from Alliance Community Church to build an addition to the existing 7,000 square-foot building.
An event planned for an early June weekend at a longstanding commercial venue adjacent to the private Harthaven enclave in Oak Bluffs has sparked t
The Edgartown police department was hard at work early Friday morning — in the kitchen.
They had to cook for a crowd, after all. By noon, 80 senior citizens came to the fire station to dine on food prepared by the police department, “our way to say thank you to the seniors, and to let them get to know us a little bit better,” Officer William Bishop said.
Officer Michael Gazaille made the lobster rolls and the strawberry shortcake, while Sgt. Jonathan Searle went quahaugging and made chowder. Officer Bishop made stuffed quahaugs.
James Flight Alley, 81, former West Tisbury postmaster and selectman, conservationist and life-long Democrat, real estate broker, horse dealer, farmer, new- and used-car salesman, and owner, with his brother, John, and his late sister, Phyllis Alley Smith, of Alley’s General Store from 1961 to 1981, died in West Tisbury on Wednesday after a long bout with cancer.
It’s been 16 years since her first ferry ride to the Island. Luciana Freire wipes a sink and remembers it all as clearly as if it was yesterday. “I flew from Sao Paolo, Brazil to New York. A friend of my husband’s, a guy I’ve never met before, picks me up and drives me to Woods Hole. I see the boat. I can’t believe my eyes. It’s huge. So white. I’ve never seen a boat like this. Then I’m standing on the deck, wind in my hair, looking at this beautiful Island in the distance and I feel like I am Rose in the movie Titanic.