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Gathered around the picnic table at the Polly Hill Arboretum this week, the graduating class of the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School reminisced about their time there. The group of six (one was absent) felt like a family. They smiled and laughed as they shared stories of their years at the charter school and spoke of the deep affection they had for the school. They loved the feeling of community, the ability to do their own thing, the self-accountability that the school instilled in them along with a love of learning.
This Sunday marks not just high school graduation for seven students, but the 10th commencement in the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School’s history and the end of the school’s 15th year. Even before its first day of school on Sept. 16, 1996, the charter school has been attracting attention and a legion of admirers.
It was a routine meeting and a routine set of appointments, but the West Tisbury selectmen paused when they came to one office that was not so routine: fence viewers. After the death of Daniel Prowten last year the town is down to just two fence viewers and suddenly along with the appointment the question was there to consider: Does the town still need fence viewers?
“If we need them we should have three, if we don’t need them we should have zero,” said selectman Cynthia Mitchell.
For many people on the Island, summer begins like a head cold, around Memorial Day each year, with a sniffle or a sore throat. Then comes the headache.
It’s the pollen; this is the allergy season.
Over at the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital, too, the Memorial Day sniffles are a traditional indicator of the headache to come. The number of people presenting at the hospital emergency room jumps dramatically, a harbinger of the crazy-busy summer.
Out-of-towners leave your dogs at home, the West Tisbury parks and recreation committee has decided, at least if you are going to Lambert’s Cove Beach with your pooch.
On Wednesday the committee agreed to restrict dog privileges to town residents, amid increasing complaints from beachgoers who have watched sunset picnics blemished by uncontrolled canines and unretrieved dog droppings.
By JONAH LIPSKY
Near the School of the Museum of Fine Arts and MassArt in Boston lies a small basement gallery. At the entrance to the space a large electric sign hovers above the door displaying the word yes in three languages: Yes. Oui. Si.