We took a family excursion in honor of tomorrow's sixteenth birthday girl, so for this post, you get one of the fun sights we saw along the way. No, she passed on para-sailing; this was a more daring soul, but breakfast at the Black Dog, and Mad Martha's ice cream, albeit a bit more conventional, turned out to be about as much fun. Twenty-nine years ago, when I worked on Martha's Vineyard for the summer, we treated "day trippers" with scorn. Today it was a joy to be one.
