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March 5, 1998 |
THE BONAC I OWE As an infant and a boy, my East Hampton was a place of summer cottages, grownups in white flannels with tennis racquets under their arms. At night in our upstairs beds my brother and I lay awake listening to dinner-party laughter. Sometimes we could feel the house tremble as waves fell hard on the nearby ocean beach. Back in the city after Labor Day alone in my room, I wished for those waves.
What's In A Name?
NEW PHOTOS FROM OLD -- KING LEADS THE WAY
CLAN GALBRAITH FOUNDERS
LION GARDINER AND HIS TIMES
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