Annie Heywood was many things. She was generous, kind, funny, creative and persistent. What she was not was quiet. She was Chappy’s self-appointed town crier.
We don’t get to write our own stories. Rather, we are the unauthorized autobiographers of our lives — we may believe that the words on the page are our own, but there is, in fact, something (or someone) much larger than ourselves at work on the typewriter.
As a youth growing up on the west coast of Massachusetts (great surfing!), I was fortunate to be located within the wheelhouse of the touring version of Up With People! (exclamation point theirs).
There was a brush fire on Chappy this past Sunday. The Chappy and Edgartown fire departments were quick to arrive, however, and less than half an acre between two homes burned. We are indeed fortunate to have these very capable volunteers at our disposal. Thank you.
A boy recently fell into a zoo gorilla enclosure. This did not happen on Chappy — we have had neither zoos nor gorillas since the early seventies - but I find the story to be an interesting Chappy allegory.
I am not someone that desperately needs to know or understand stuff. An ideal columnist, I am not. I prefer to look at the big picture, let the details sift through and settle in, and accept what remains as fact.
