I suppose a bit of explaination is in order.

Ah, yes. Martha's Vineyard. That supposed den of celebrities, and home to people with more wealth than sense. That, of course, applies only to those denizens of July and August - the Summer People. To the rest of us poor schmucks that live here year-round, the Island is not all sweetness and light.

I suppose here it becomes necessary to make a point. I do not actually live on Martha's Vineyard. I live on an even more remote and unknown sand bar named Chappaquiddick. Famed for its bridges, and considered the back-of-beyond even by residents of the Vineyard, there are fewer than 200 people living here year-round. But, hey, we're still bigger than Cuttyhunk, which has around 60 people in the winter, two cars, and lots of horse-drawn wagons. The two kids over there are home-schooled, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. I know I've been living on Chappy too long, because I have inadvertantly referred to the Vineyard as the Mainland.

And of course, my dearest darling mother's website, which I haven't really finished yet, but which I am working with constantly these days in an attempt to make it any better. Any advice, criticisms, or general faffing about are welcomed. The site is for her company, Vineyard History Tours, which she started up around 1992, and which I was raised in. Proceed at your own caution, and get an idea of why I am as whacked as I am.

Well, for those of you interested, I have been putting together a resume. (I know, terrifying, isn't it?) Anywho, I've posted it, along with my two cover letters, actuarial and managerial, so feel free to rampage through.