When I was growing up in a suburb of New York city, I didn’t realize how average we all were. I don’t mean that in a bad way.

Be good to/gab again/down on the pier/You could ride old Fergi/through the slurry mist/that spreads like/cotton sheets

The bird is a tufted titmouse. That bird there, which I am observing, is a tufted titmouse. Time to call Vern Laux, the bird man.

The story comes out of Gay Head, where memories are longer, than in other places, of wall building bees.

Just as the threat from jihadism is reaching crisis proportions, the U.S. must elect a new president.

The Scottish Society of Martha’s Vineyard would like to thank all who made our Burns night supper and raffle such a success.