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I learned from a cheap book I read once on dream decoding, back when we read books, that if you dream of swimming or of the sea that what you are really dreaming about is your subconscious.

There is a certain kind of camaraderie that occurs at the counter of the beer store that I believe happens nowhere else.

Rediscovering the pleasures of AM radio.

One of the indignities of getting older is having hair that will no longer express your personality in a way that adequately represents who you think you are, deep down. Our hair betrays us with age.

As the recreational boating season hurries to a close here in the Northeast, my ideas of a summer spent at least part of the time afloat on Cerberus slip away.

Someone who grew up in Bridgehampton (this columnist, for one) might think all there was to Leonard Riggio was Minden, his vast and venerable Ocean Road estate. But his passing calls up more.

When a county investigator instantly “gets,” and appreciates, a just-deceased family member.

We get a lot of questions from readers here. It is, after all, a local newspaper.

My ballet teacher was Gordon Peavy, who had his studio in the Odd Fellows Hall on Newtown Lane, above what is now the Chanel store.

If she becomes president, Kamala Harris could be the last of the baby boom generation to occupy the Oval Office.

Good times on the jumbotron as the New York Metropolitans get the ballpark rocking on $5 Tuesday.

The addicting thing about Disney World is that it is as complex and elaborate an alternate reality as a video-game artificial universe like World of Warcraft or Legend of Zelda.