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Visiting Martha’s Vineyard

I suppose without realizing it, I wrote a blog post in the form of an email to someone who wanted to pick my brain about visiting one of the world’s most beautiful islands. I’m posting the information below just in case you’re making plans to visit.

“As far as the Vineyard goes, they have a really inexpensive and efficient bus system that makes it easy to cover the island in a day. There are also Jeep and scooter rentals as well.

Not sure what ferry you’re taking, but if it’s docking in Oak Bluffs, sort of the island’s main hub, I wouldn’t miss the Flying Horses, which is the oldest operating carousel in the country (this may be more of a nostalgic thing for me since I’ve ridden it as a kid, but if it’s just you and your parents, you might want to just take a look and then move on…haha). The famous gingerbread cottage village is also in Oak Bluffs and definitely worth a walk-through. The town is very walkable and full of unique shops and restaurants. (There are no chains on the island save for a couple reduced-sized grocery stores.)

Here are some food recs:

Mad Martha’s ice cream (OK, my sister swears by Ben & Bill’s, which is also delicious, but you can get it on the mainland. Either way though, you can’t go wrong.)
Murdick’s Fudge
MV Gourmet Cafe and Bakery (THE APPLE FRITTER OMG)
Mocha Mott’s
Nancy’s (you can sit on the harbor and they have excellent seafood)

Of course, you’ll want to see some Jaws shooting locations. You’ll probably recognize a lot of the Amity Island town scenes in Edgartown, and if I remember correctly, you can see the infamous bridge/pond (from the terrifying scene with Brody’s son) from one of the bus routes, since the bridge is on the road that connects Oak Bluffs and Edgartown.

I also love Vineyard Haven (again, not sure which ferry you’re taking, and it might dock here too), which is the home of the original Black Dog restaurant. Whether or not the food is actually excellent or if it’s more of a tourist trap is debatable, but it’s basically a shack on the beach and is a cool experience IMO. The last time I was there I remember my food being delicious. There’s always a crazy wait though.

That’s what I’m most familiar with, but of course there’s tons more. There are plenty of biking paths, organic farms, lighthouses, beaches, etc. that you can explore. They have plenty of guides and tourist information should you need it too. There’s a pretty big art/film scene too, which I imagine you’ll enjoy. Also, if I think of anything else, I’ll pass it along.

Oh, and keep your eye out for celebs! My sister has talked with Maggie Gyllenhaal, and of course the Obamas and Clintons have vacationed there. My dad has seen David McCullough a bunch of times. Also, Carly Simon has a shop in Vineyard Haven.

Overall, wherever you go (at least on the Vineyard anyway), it’ll be walkable and beautiful with plenty of interesting, non-chain places to check out. Hope that helps! Didn’t mean to write a book…haha. Excited for you guys! The Cape is a beautiful place.”


Girl on a Boat.

Scene opens on the earth from outer space. Zoom in to the Western Hemisphere, North America, the United States, the Northeast, New England, Massachusetts, Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, Lambert’s Cove. There’s a boat anchored there, and I’m sitting on the stern with my feet in the ocean.

The calm inlet water laps against the boat, rocking it and lulling me into a dozy reverie encouraged by the ocean air I love so much. “Aren’t you going to jump in? The water feels great!” My dad and brother are submerged and then not, turning the water into foam as they swim back and forth.

I look toward the beach where the water is shallow, the sand visible and the ocean safe. I like where I’m sitting. I glance down past the boat stern and only see the sun’s and my watery reflection and not the elusive ocean floor. Should I jump? I can’t see the bottom.

But then I’m standing up and leaping through the air and with a splash, I’m in. I resurface, soaked in salt with the sea air refilling my lungs, and I’m laughing and happy because how could I not be?

“Father” in Italian is “Padre.”

Father’s Day was yesterday. I called my dad to wish him a happy one. I love that guy; if he’s not saying something totally sarcastic and/or hysterical, he’s quoting The Godfather or getting ticked at the Yankees. In college, I’d sometimes call him between classes or when I had a free afternoon, just to say hi. But the conversation always turned out to be more than just a hello. I always hung up with a verbal “Love you, bye” and an internal wonder at the life advice he had just bestowed upon me (unknowingly perhaps, because his tone and delivery are so natural, and he doesn’t come across as “advice-givish”).

Today I read an article that gave ten commandments to lackadaisical and uninvolved fathers. Number 7 was this: “Surprise! Just once, on a random day without meaning or purpose, show up early at your kid’s school/camp/wherever, say ‘Get in the car!’ and take him/her somewhere special. Just the two of you, alone. A movie. A park. A hike. The memory lasts — I promise.”

I can, wholeheartedly and with love, attest to that last statement. The memories do in fact last and often become more than just a thought stored in your brain’s recesses as they span the space between your heart and your mind and take hold of your perspective on life, pointing you to what’s good and happy and bright.

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No. 23

Not Michael Jordan. More like the number of years I’ve been ALIVE. And to commemorate, I did 23 things this past year that I’ve never done before. This wasn’t on purpose. I may have missed a few, but here we go (these are in no particular order of significance):

1. Ate Indian food. Yum. Yum. Yum. Naan bread and butter chicken. DELISH. Chances are there is a local Indian dining establishment in your area; give it a whirl!

2. Shot a shotgun and a handgun. That initial rush of adrenaline explained a little bit about why people (in particular, men, but I’m trying to refrain from being sexist) like to go shooting.

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