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Up on Martha’s Vineyard, whose excellent Vineyard Gazette is a favorite at The Star, things seem just as bad

“this nuisance to summer vacationists.”

More and more East End restaurants either have branches elsewhere or are owned by corporate enterprises

“Here they come, with their fedoras.”

All of a sudden, the stakes are raised, the level of intensity has soared

“Stop the car,” Bess cried, “I’m going to give them what for.”

The deep-breathing exercises, not to mention the “letting go,” just weren’t on the agenda last weekend.

I will become, with the bright, shiny utensils Johnna and Wally gave us, a man of parts when it comes to barbecuing

When I say pursued, I’m not kidding

The outdoor shower, that blessed sanctuary among the trees and birds and light