Investment savvy as my father was, ownership of a thinly clad, weather-beaten Victorian cottage far from home was not his idea of opportunity.

When I was seven years old, my parents thought it wise to send their only child to eight weeks of summer camp, to know life in close company with other children.

The clock radio blasted me awake. I cleaved to my pillow, bargaining with the alarm gods till the news came on.

Chappaquiddick, the Hollywood version, has a scene of the Ted Kennedy character walking through downtown Edgartown.

Just for starters, it was the gloomiest birthday weather in memory — the memory being suspect, given the milestone nature of the event.

One-and-only tradespersons are probably inevitable on a small Island. In certain fields, there isn’t enough market demand to feed two.