The Jan. 4, 1968, edition of The Star led off with the tale of a theft at the Sagaponack home of Truman Capote, author of “In Cold Blood,” the sensational...
The hotel in Westwood was set back off the street and the entrance was up a dozen cement steps, cracked and precarious, like the residents’ collective state of mind....
By the time we left and got to the funeral home we were just a little bit buzzed. The funeral director was a 60-something guy in a black pinstriped suit with his hair...
This southern shore of Long Island has much sand and few stones, in contrast to the rock-strewn coastline of the west. There, one will hardly notice a particular stone for the...
It isn’t easy knowing how the whole universe works. First off, no one believes me when I say that I do, and that can be very frustrating at times. I mean really, how would you feel if people didn’t...
