People and Colors, June 3

My friend Becky came over tonight and we went for a walk, with our cameras, downtown. Honestly, I'm so tired of passing person after person on the sidewalk who stares straight ahead, silently. From now on, no matter what, I'm saying hello. Come on, people - what is this, Zombie land?




"Wow, Do you always wear colors like these? What's the occasion? Are you a Buddhist?" "No, this is just what I do. I'm from Boston, here on business."














Mike is here on vacation, staying at his family's Campground cottage, and was determined to catch a scup for supper. A Church of God pastor, Mike's pastoral work involves teaching inner city teenagers to read, kids who are part of the fallout of the collapsed economy. Mike's been on sabbatical for the past four months. "I miss my kids".


"I will make you fishers of men."

Irish Traditional Music in Edgartown

Long story short: in the early 1800s, my house, built by Capt. Alexander P. Weeks, was moved along two miles of dirt road to its present in-town location by a team of oxen. Upon its arrival, the ladies spread out a feast for the men, a fiddler was called, and a celebration ensued (in the midst of a May snowstorm, according to the Vineyard Gazette article). Growing up here, there was always music around the table, attended by friends, relatives, and neighbors. I have moved back to this wonderful house, returned to my roots, and it is my intention to continue the tradition that was begun on Day One: to fill this home with music and friends and family.

The inaugural 2013 Edgartown Irish trad session, the weekend of June 8&9, was lovely altogether. Looking forward to many more where this came from.