Opinion
Once I was old and glorious. Once my children held tightly together, little stars, all shiny and proud.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all fourth of July weekend parties are created equal.
Alan Dershowitz’s self-pity for being shunned on Martha’s Vineyard is nothing more than a publicity stunt to promote his new book.
Recently my wife and I plus two of our grandchildren spent a marvelous morning at Priester’s Pond in West Tisbury.
Edgartown’s Fourth of July ceremonies began on the morning of the third, when the submarine Becuna arrived in the outer harbor.
On a recent red-eye flight from Seattle to Newark, I sat up all night looking out from my window seat.