The Halloween doppelgangers have finally left. Those bundled-up but spooky bogus people frozen in front of the drug store, the old library and Up-Island Cronig’s are back inside their crypts. Now the Christmas season can begin in earnest.

My mother-in-law, Helen Maley, once told me about an experience she had as a teenage schoolgirl. She and her friends planned to do a good deed.

There is an interesting connection between Florence, Italy, West Tisbury and Livingstone, Zambia. The link is Marsha Winsryg.

All it takes is a couple of days of mighty wind to open up the sky and blanket our yard with a pumpkin spice comforter.

I was not surprised to read that someone from the Island Autism Center was instrumental in establishing a hockey team of disabled players on the Vineyard.

None of the people I know in the West Tisbury cemetery would want to haunt you. They are just not the type. This is a serene, restful little place, and quirky incidents there are rare. But they do happen.