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The ravaging rays, the dermatologist’s knife.

I am devoted to my Crown range. It was my grandmother’s, an inheritance.

I’d like to recommend to you Rich Mothes’s show of paintings at Clinton Academy. I knew him back when he was coaching East Hampton High School’s boys tennis team.

Previous calls for summer-season civility did not go so well.

What we need around here is a hedgerow movement.

Maybe if I were less attentive to bed-making, my other attempts at tidying up might rise in estimation.

The spring rush can also be seen in the letters to the editor of this paper.

The pleasure and pain of the all-nighter.

A requiem for newsrooms? Not so fast.

As the world shut down in the first months of Covid, it was the presence of huge fish along the Nature Trail that got my attention.

Dispatches from the SUNYAC outdoor track championships in Oneonta.

My son, Teddy, has been given a more-or-less-clean bill of health by his orthopedic surgeon after 12 years of what amounts to rather major medical intervention.