p> The SSA has sunk low in displaying large gaudy advertising “art” in the new ferry. As usual, business interests, largely indifferent to values other than profit, have pulled strings and worked their will: to scribble their graffiti over every blessed empty public space.

By Henry Beetle Hough. From the Vineyard Gazette editions of September, 1982:

“Don’t you think Tracy must have been the murderer?”

“I know he was. He told me so.”

The legend of the codfish is woven with many well-worn tales in New England, where a century ago schools of cod swam so thickly they could be scooped up in baskets from thigh-high water near shore. Cod was the symbol for New England and for the rich fishery that was the backbone of the regional economy. Vineyard fishermen built wooden boats that they named after Noman's Land, the island where they salted and dried their codfish catch on the rocks in the sun before taking it to market.