Schools of black sea bass running thick in the deep water of Vineyard Sound. Sunsets, glorious sunsets.

At 1100 hours, we set our anchor on a grassy sand conch pasture under 12 feet of sapphire sea. It had been a rough eight-day offshore passage from Moorehead city.

The hundred-and-forty-page report from marine consultants detailing the many shortcomings of the Steamship Authority arrived this week like coal in a Christmas stocking.

’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.

The question was: Do you believe in Santa Claus?

I recently noticed that trees are tall. Some of them really tall, even super tall.