It was fitting, maybe inevitable, that Yoko Ono and John Lennon met in an art gallery at a showing of her work in London. Now, more than 40 years later, Ms. Ono has established a tradition of exhibiting Mr. Lennon’s art around the United States to celebrate her late husband’s passion for peace and love, which she says with a matter-of-factness that restores those words to their late-1960s meaning, before they became glib catchphrases for many people.

You won’t find beef tripe on the menu at the Aquinnah Shop Restaurant. It’s made from part of a cow’s stomach, which may be slightly less appealing to Island visitors than fresh seafood caught offshore. But Jacob Vanderhoop, head chef at the restaurant, knows how to cook tripe. He learned this and other exotic cooking techniques at Le Cordon Bleu Culinary School in Cambridge this past winter.

Most of the time the Aquinnah Public Library lies dormant. Activity in the center of Aquinnah takes place at the town hall, not at the little red schoolhouse building across the street.

Red and green lights flash around the stage and disco balls twirl overhead. Music thumps from the speakers. Neon necklaces glow from amidst the dancing crowd.

Warren Woessner, a self-described Renaissance man, is a poet, a chemist, a lawyer, and an active blogger. But on the Island, Mr. Woessner, 68, is primarily a “birdwatcher.” The term is, technically, outdated, he says, since bird enthusiasts began trying to distinguish themselves from the “little old ladies in their tennis shoes,” by referring to themselves as birders. Birding, which once meant hunting birds, now refers almost exclusively to the hobby of seeking the company of rare birds.