08.01.05

A writer splits for the other coast the day after Hurricane Bob in August 1991, abandoning his wife to clean up after the storm. In gratitude, she sends him a T-shirt whose slogan we wouldn’t dare print in this headline.

By Geoff Currier

08.01.05

How would you feel if someone asked you to sign a legal document that invites people to gaze into your yard, and signs away rights to part of your waterfront view forever?

By Margaret Knight

08.01.05

Some Aquinnah firsts: the first bed and breakfast in town, in a house with one of the first flush toilets, and containing the first enterprise consumed with canards.

By Margaret Knight

08.01.05

You Vineyard golfers are scum. You dress like pimps. You wake up course-side homeowners with your loud chatter in the dewy morning. You suck the water out of the aquifer, pollute the ground with fertilizer, reduce great tracts of land to suburbia. Well, we’re getting the last laugh. We’ll veto three of every four courses you propose.

By Jim Kaplan

08.01.05

The Silver Screen Film Society, a one-man operation, has introduced Martha’s Vineyard to a refreshing variety of classic and contemporary films.

By Tom Dresser

08.01.05

There’s no easy answer to the question, how do you paint a landscape?

By Geoff Currier

08.01.05

Photographer Janet Woodcock claims to love almost every view of Martha’s Vineyard.

By Shelley Christiansen

08.01.05

August tomatoes quickly erase the memories of the hard, mealy, tasteless tomatoes we endure the rest of the year. Tomatoes ripened in the field burst with flavor and practically melt in your mouth.

By Catherine Walthers

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