Mrs. Sherman, who sold jams at the market, died on Sept. 4 at the age of 91. She and her husband Ralph mentored countless Island farmers.

I visited John, like I had a thousand times before, on a sunny afternoon late on a blue-sky day.

As soon as the ground can be worked, goes the adage for planting certain early season crops. This past winter was as cold as any in recent years.

“A man’s kitchen is a reflection of himself,” the great French chef Alain Chapel confidently reflected as he looked upon his kitchen.

“I hope you got a lot of money, ’cause this ain’t gonna be cheap,” Walter barked at me as I pulled myself into the cab of his well-used tow truck.

I always liked spending time with my father when I was young, the bench seat in the red Dodge Ram always felt so big and comfortable.