Opinion
HURTFUL LESSON
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
Dating back to the early 1940s when the Steamship Authority’s ferry would leave from New Bedford, it has been a tradition for my family to vacation in the summer on Martha’s Vineyard. Therefore, when my grandsons were born, this tradition continued.
Routinely in the morning, the boys (now 11 and 13) and I would have our breakfast and then read a few chapters from our respective books. After reading at least three chapters, we would have a discussion.
Midsummer Steam
The evening sun is picking up its pace, and so is everything else on the Vineyard. As the sun races too fast for the horizon, we all seem to be racing, too — racing too madly along our rural roads, racing to tick off all our vacation traditions, racing to make enough money from the season. We even race to find some relaxation, knowing it’s ridiculous.
Every time I see President Obama autographing a piece of legislation in the Oval Office, I’m in awe of how neat his desk looks. I mean, here’s the head of one of the most powerful countries in the world — as of last week, that is — and there’s nothing on his desk but a telephone and a notepaper dispenser. That’s from my limited perspective as a television viewer, of course. Maybe he also uses a blotter, one he can doodle on while carrying on delicate negotiations with, say, Afghanistan’s Hamid Karzai.
Letters to the President
From a Vineyard Gazette edition of 1931:
READING RAINBOW
Editors, Vineyard Gazette: