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It’s encouraging. It’s worrying. It’s a stopover at Watkins Glen State Park.

The most spectacular piece of loot ever found on the beach by a member of my family was a human hand.

For Mary Graves, May 25, 1952 - June 17, 2024

There are few things in this world as repulsive as bilgewater.

Running to “Blonde on Blonde” in its entirety.

Who shall we nominate for the emblematic animal sensation of summer 2024?

Besides touchy, what is “local,” anyway?     

Cerberus, my 1979 sloop, remains where I left it in October, at a marina on the Connecticut River. The plan is to get it back into the water soon.

“I’m happy . . . I know it may not be politically correct these days to say so, but, yes, happy, I confess.”

A novelistic chance meeting at a bar in Noyac triggers questions about life in the Hamptons — and triggers generally.

There is a distinct proprietary protectiveness of the very wealthy among us.

You intimately sense the connection between those who have gone before and those coming after in a small town Memorial Day parade such as ours.