Opinion
A week before Thanksgiving, I was walking my dog at the beautiful Trade Winds in Oak Bluffs.
Indian summer days stretched on this year as if they would have no end: late season swimming practically bumped into early season scalloping but finally the natural world has come to its senses. The last of the leaves blew down early this week with a ferocious wind driven down from Canada on bitterly cold air.
On Saturdays when I was nine my mother would get home at five, exhausted and hungry from her job as receptionist at Schultzes Beauty Salon. My job was to have a snack ready for her for our Brookside Boulevard (the ritzy street) ritual.
Robbie Tibbets came to the Island from the small town in Maine where he grew up. He had been sitting on his favorite bar stool drinking Heineken some years ago, which is what he did all summer until harvest time when a news program flashed pictures of a state police helicopter landing in a five-acre field of pot not too far away.
Naturally, this being the week before Thanksgiving, the subject was how to make Christmas wreaths. Naturally. This is not quite to be construed as a complaint. Quite the contrary. There may be grounds for grumbling about the onset, just after the regattas and just before Labor Day, of mail-order Xmas season.
In the spirit of being thankful for what we have and having the opportunity to give back to our community that sustains us here on the Vineyard, I wanted to share our appreciation for the YMCA of Martha’s Vineyard as they are in the midst of their annual campaign.