Ken Goldberg
Twenty-five years ago, there we stood, the four of us, up in the stands at the Fleet Center in Boston: Mike McLaughlin, George Gamble, Tom Mayhew and I.
I never thought this idea would eventually turn into a major event that would attract thousands of off-Island chili tasters and hundreds of chili cooks.
Who knew that back in 1970, that a New Hampshire man would move to Martha’s Vineyard, become the new high school music teacher, and just by chance lead the girls’ basketball program.
There’s no crying in football. We beat ‘em on the Vineyard. We beat ’em on Nantucket. We almost beat ’em in Boston.
During most of the 1970s it was a Vineyard ritual. Many of us spent Thanksgiving day with family and friends. Then Saturday came along and it was off to the horse races.
After Woodstock at the Yasgur’s Farm, before Livestock with JT and Carly at the Agricultural Hall, there was the No Nukes Concert with AT and KT and Carly at the Allen Farm.