Every year has only one July.
Careful! It may find a way to pass you by.
Flies come through the door;
Come November, watch it pour.
Summer, don’t you love me any more?
Looking for a wishbone on your plate,
Hoping for the kind of fish that likes your bait;
Working till you’re sore,
Scared of spending winter poor.
Summer, don’t you love me any more?
(Refrain:)
Editor’s Note: What follows is the text of the commencement address delivered by West Tisbury resident Dan Waters to the 2012 graduating class at the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School last Sunday.
By DAN WATERS
Welcome to one of the scariest moments you’ll ever live through.
The day you were born was probably scary, but at least you didn’t see it coming. Your wedding day will be scary, but at least it’s voluntary — and people back out of marriages all the time, as we know.
By DAN WATERS
To live in Christiantown is to abide by the laws, quirks and schedules of hundreds of other animals that share these primeval woods. If you are not a naturalist and a natural philosopher when you first move here, you will become one through regular contact with furry, scaly, fanged and feathered neighbors.
When the West Tisbury Library opened in 1993, it was already too small. A frantic patchwork of low-cost space solutions over the years have never kept up with growing demand for library services. For well over a decade we have struggled with a severe shortage of space for patrons, materials, programs and staff. Today we have the Island’s largest collection and the highest circulation, but the smallest facility (except for Aquinnah).
