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When animals send a message — of annoyance, of need.

It turns out that deer have a preference for native plants and will clear these out, allowing invasives to take over.

Wandering up and down Main Street on my nightly perambulations with my dog, I visit familiar tree friends, and even address them out loud.

A fine, if pricey, time at the redone Jones Beach Theater in Wantagh.

With help from YouTube, I solve problems with my Toyota Tundra myself, albeit very, very slowly.

Decorating a bedroom is one of the pleasanter chores of parenthood, and it occurs to me this is probably the last time I’ll have the privilege.

Out of shape? Getting older? A little rain? No matter, showing up for Jordan’s Run is always worth the effort.

I have taken note of a science article about the benefit of “blue” places, like oceans, bays, ponds, and rivers.

It’s my belief that the cashiers at this one supermarket — as at most groceries and gourmet marts in our neighborhood — are only mirroring the incivility of many of the customers.

Once more unto the broken-down car.

Among the many community groups hereabout I admire, the East Hampton Trails Preservation Society stands out for its uniqueness of purpose.

We are somewhat view-starved in 2025, having spent 100 years and more cluttering up the joint with signage, driveway gates, ever-higher houses, powerlines, and Green Giant arborvitae.

If Nick LaLota is not willing to speak up for Congress, he should look for another job.

Anthony Lane envy in a fellow crime fiction fan.

East Hampton Village is on the right track to target noise from landscaping equipment, but it is wrong in its way of going about it.

My own summer jobs history provides a look at just a few of the roles a young person can find on the South Fork — and the memories they create.

My brave friend Randy Hoffman, who I met in 2017 in the back of an ambulance when I joined the East Hampton Village Ambulance Association, has died.

They say walking’s the best thing for you. But if it replaces daily runs, are you old?

I would like to remind readers about the importance of sunscreen.

Reasons to stay.

By doing absolutely nothing to my Noyac lawn I’ve inadvertently created a firefly sanctuary.

The classic lobster roll when I was growing up here in the 1970s was just lobster meat and mayonnaise, sometimes with chopped celery, on a hot dog bun. These days, variations abound.

One of the analog pleasures I miss most in our digital world is sitting on a stool behind the jewelry counter at my late Aunt Mary’s boutique on Newtown Lane examining catalogs from travel agencies.

John Steinbeck holds up.

Clandestine efforts to spread milkweed.

We used to have a much closer relationship with flowers and other flora.

Must sports fandom be subsumed by relentlessly hawked gambling?

My role on that historic Saturday was to observe and document.

Scarleth Urgiles’s memory will truly live on.

The last five-speed Nissan manual transmission just rolled off an assembly line in Mexico.