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Learning to love the high school band.

The case of Brownie the Rooster underscored the ongoing tension between people who live here and others for whom their properties are a moneymaking opportunity.

It’s boring to force others to listen to the stories of your dreams, so I do apologize to be telling one here.

Pounding the Bridgehampton pavement for the Potatohampton 5K does tend to trigger the memories.

Having spent the better part of 60 years noting the comings and goings of the Promised Land and Pond o’ Pines osprey, I feel as if I know them.

Encounters with a Columbia undergrad with a “Brideshead Revisited” aura and Julian Sands good looks.

The King of Comics gets a street named after him.

What would anyone want with a ratty old fiberglass dinghy?

I am building a criminal case against our pet housecat.

The ne plus ultra in nonverbal communication.

Artificial intelligence has crept into the letters to the editor and I don’t like it.  

I appreciate King Charles’s defense of classical architecture and historic preservation.

Good for what ails you: Fran Lebowitz and David Letterman in the 1980s.

Developers trying to get one over on the town is nothing new, but how a Montauk project of this size got past officials has not been explained.

Despite the depopulation, urban blight, and rats, Baltimore does have a particular and piquant charm.

Maria Taylor and the boys of “NBA Showtime” redeem the pro hoops viewing experience.

Geography is fungible.

I’m not a lazy person, but if you have happened to drive past my house over the last two or three years you might think a couch potato lived within.

In troubled times, there’s always comics.

A walk in Promised Land State Park offers a chance to reflect on how the fish oil business once thrived there.

Are any of you as stumped as I am about what to daydream about now that we are no longer young?

When a congressional committee led by Frank Church exposed our government’s widespread intelligence abuses.

In our sixth decade and beyond, we no longer bounce when we hit the ground.

Time to talk about candy again!

What’s in a neighborhood?

It all started with the Surf Lodge.

Some of the most fateful rides of my life were on the L.I.R.R.

Where have you gone, Cincinnatus?

Lessons on short-term rentals from Martha’s Vineyard.

Missing Star magazine, the best and funniest of the celebrity tabloids.