Pity the drivers who must daily wend the pitted hellscape that is the East Hampton-Sag Harbor Road, better known as New York State Route 114.

East Hampton Village has a new official flag depicting a windmill, the ocean, and a passing seagull overhead. It is attractive and it also contains an error.

What a thrill it was to attend a performance of Gershwin’s “Porgy & Bess” last week at the Metropolitan Opera. The tickets had been purchased a long time ago as a present from my husband, Chris Cory, but he was under the weather and unable to attend. Instead, his sister, Eleanor Cory, a composer and dear friend, attended with me.

It had been a while since it happened that I was mistaken for Breadzilla Brad.

Usually around the time of his birthday, I quote Dr. Martin Luther King’s assertion that it’s abominable that poverty continues to exist in a country as rich as this, and there his words, lifted from “Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community,” written in 1967, lie, until I exhume them again a year hence.

Patricia Assui Reed, the owner of Matriark in Sag Harbor, has launched the Matriark Club, a series of workshops, dinners, and other events to be held mostly at the store.