David Lott
I have spent most of my adult life rehabbing. Not from drugs or alcohol, but from participating in sports.
Hitchhiking was once a preferred mode of transportation on Martha’s Vineyard.
Writing for a newspaper — having your words and name appear in print — provides a special kind of thrill not easily matched.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to dance — singing, too, but a little off-key.
Long before Cedar Tree Neck became the magnificent conservation area that it is today, it was a tucked-away refuge for summer visitors.
The past 21 months have brought the kind of unwelcome news that shows one the universe has been knocked out of kilter.