Savor the moment, Della Hardman used to say. Well, here’s a story about savoring the moment for Della Hardman Day 2009, which happens to be tomorrow.
“My father, who had a series of strokes, woke up for a moment on inauguration day, to say ‘I have lived to see this day,’” said Patricia Williams, whose father, incidentally, has rallied strongly under President Obama.
You’ve got to hand it to the clever people of Sweden. They have a health and welfare system that works, open and accountable government, low levels of corruption, crime and imprisonment and a high standard of living. Almost none of their power is generated from fossil fuels, and they plan a petroleum-free economy within 10 years.
We could learn a lot from them. Including, perhaps, a solution to the most pressing environmental problem on Martha’s Vineyard: pollution of our ponds by nitrogen which leaches out of septic systems.
If the experience of the Steamship Authority is any guide, perhaps the slogan for the federal government’s stimulus program should be “hurry up and wait.”
For the money intended to speed up new infrastructure projects now threatens to delay three SSA projects by as much as a year.
The boat line is in line for $5 million in funding for three projects: the first phase of work on its Hyannis slip, the continuation of phase two of its Oak Bluffs terminal reconstruction project, and some work on its Woods Hole terminal.
The New York Times reported Mr, Cronkite’s son’s announcement of his death, shortly before 8 p.m. Friday. The network for which he anchored the evening news from 1962 to 1981, immediately interrupted its prime time programming to show an obituary.
During his tenure as CBS news anchor, Mr.
In a perverse way, the article in a recent edition of New York magazine suggesting the African American community on Martha’s Vineyard was segregationist, elitist and even perhaps racist, was testament to black achievement.
After all, the young African American author of the article, who goes by the single name Touré, was airing very much the same criticisms that are more usually leveled at the white establishment. Absent a black elite, he could not have done it.
From little things, big things grow.
A little over 50 years ago, Henry Beetle Hough became concerned that a little parcel of land in Edgartown, where he and his wife Elizabeth liked to walk, might fall prey to land developers.
Mr. Hough, then owner and editor of this paper and an author, used the money earned from sales of one of his books, Once More the Thunderer, to buy the 10 acres which had been known for at least the previous century as Sheriff’s Meadow.
