Calvary Baptist Church, the East Hampton Town Anti-Bias Task Force, and the East Hampton Historical Farm Museum will co-host a barbecue at the museum, which is on the corner of Cedar and North Main Streets, on Sunday from 1 to 4 p.m. The $20 entry fee gets attendees hot dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob, and pie, or you can take a pie and get in for free. 

First responders will also be admitted for free, with or without pie. The barbecue will be held rain or shine.

“Is there a moral response to the climate crisis?” That’s the question Terrence Keeley, the author of “Sustainable: Moving Beyond ESG to Impact Investing,” will ponder in a talk on Saturday at 4 p.m. at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church. (E.S.G. refers to investing that takes into account the environment, social issues, and good corporate governing.) 

Who hasn't fancied themselves an artiste? Laura Donnelly — known on the culinary scene for her delicious recipes and occasionally devilish restaurant reviews — was asked by EAST Magazine to try her hand at life drawing. Here's what happened.

In this age, when luxury commerce seems to be the very definition of life in the Hamptons, it's easy to forget that the South Fork once was a picturesque, if obscure, haven for artists, writers, and other bohemians. Sag Harbor, in particular, has seen more than its share of notable writers over the centuries, and we revel in remembering when its bars and sidewalks were peopled by Steinbeck, et al. Here, then, is a literary-centric walking tour of the little whaling village that launched a thousand novels.

It used to be called Liar's Saloon. Now it's called Marlena's Pack Out, and nothing’s really changed, except last call’s a lot earlier now. 

The Star photo archive is an anachronistic system, a holdover, unchanged since the days when images were not digital collections of pixels traveling on ether, but material things printed on paper in a basement darkroom. And, to the delight of any reporter or editor who finds an excuse to wade, hip-deep, into the archive, there are — wedged in among the many mundane black-and-white photographs (too many mildly “arty” snapshots of ducks and decoys, wood fences and weathered barns) and among the treasures (rare glass-plate negatives of Amagansett whalers and candid shots of major literary lions) — lots of truly wacky souvenirs of days gone by.

As September approaches, we should be heaving a wistful sigh and shopping for pencil sharpeners and argyle socks, but . . . this isn’t what happens to most of us out here, is it? Things are different when you live in a beachside resort town. We are overcome with a curious but unmistakable fillip of extra buoyancy. This issue we are celebrating that feeling of being unbound.

Incrementally over the past few years, Scott Bluedorn has — somehow, by silent mutual agreement among the gallery-going public — become acknowledged as the artist who is able to distill the quintessence of East Hampton and echo it back in watercolor, graphite drawing, etching, and sculpture.

The course for Sunday’s $425,000 Longines Grand Prix at the Hampton Classic showgrounds was particularly challenging, with only two riders making it clean into the jump-off. Daniel Bluman and his 15-year-old gelding, Ladriano Z, won it.