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Revisiting Gregory Clark, newspaperman, outdoorsman, critic of modernity.

I should have read the Rotten Tomatoes critics’ and audience’s reviews more thoroughly before taking Mary to “Showing Up” in Sag Harbor on a recent rainy Sunday.

Time is ticking towards Cerberus’s launch day, which means there is a lot to do before Nick the boat-mover shows up.

If the Mets say to grab a mug and tea proudly, I’m happy to oblige.

Seventeen Edwards Lane had slowly been descending into the gloom for a year or more.

Fox and Murdoch got off easy.

One summer night, my brother wrecked my car.

In the urologist’s office.

Last Thursday’s record high 84 degrees got me reminiscing to a friend about a very, very low-budget feature film I worked on as location manager in the late 1980s.

Newspaper vending machines. I miss them.

For 300 years, residents have complained about Town Pond’s turbid appearance.

Notes from the barber’s chair.