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There was a fair bit more activity in front of the Star office when the Methodist Lane United States Postal Service mailboxes were inaccessible during work on the railroad trestles nearby.

I’ve just come from chasing my son as he set off double-quick for his first day in Mr. Tupper’s fifth-grade class at the John M. Marshall Elementary School.

What happens when your children go back to school after six months of family time at home?

If I could only get to Abraham’s Path and make it across the railroad tracks without the tire rim shattering, I would be okay.

First cellphone service, next the U.S. mail. It’s no wonder Americans’ trust in public institutions is not stronger.

Some people have “sensitivities” to particular sounds or to the fabric content of sweaters. I myself have a pretentious sensitivity to trendy words.

It took a global pandemic lockdown for me to finally appreciate my father’s lifelong predilection for napping.

Something I noticed only recently about the pandemic is that I felt significantly more animated after talking with a friend or even making a work call.

The problem with buying good, fat Maine lobsters is that no one in my household will eat them with me.

Dominic Smith, the good-guy left fielder, first baseman, and designated hitter for the Mets, broke down when discussing the implications of the police shooting of Jacob Blake.

Nearly every morning since the middle of March, I get up, make coffee, feed the dogs, and look up the previous day’s coronavirus numbers.

Graduation was held at the Hayground School in Bridgehampton on Saturday evening, and the parents kind of fell apart.