Opinion
I traveled from the Vineyard to Ireland on March 1, to my village of Crossmolina in County Mayo.
I have lost track of time yet I’m more scheduled. My days are full and yet there is more time for a walk.
On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.” I would like to add the word “change.”
The sun finally came out over the weekend, and so did more than a few unwary people, risking themselves and others.
As a lifelong Islander, I am deeply upset by the verbal abuse with which some of my dearest family friends from New York, who happened to be here when the pandemic struck, have received simply because of their license plate.
