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Pretty much everything that makes life worth living has been axed in the Wainscott School District as the result of two budget turndowns.

It is my opinion that so long as they are fed, their tank is relatively clean, and they are around some kind of action for entertainment, goldfish become part of the family.

I’m mindful that the threat Trump poses is one thing that cannot be ducked.

If there were a grand prix of weeding, it would be ridding grass from between patio or walkway bricks without toxic herbicides like RoundUp.

Blue-collar envy.

In the party department, where has all the fun gone?

I was impressed when several on the Sag Harbor Whalers collegiate baseball team told me they were majoring in scientific subjects.

Our climate reality has shifted from a sense that it could happen here to it actually is happening here already.

It’s preferable when your kids come to appreciate your old favorite tunes on their own. But sometimes a nudge is in order.

Believe it or not, there was a time not all that long ago when the surfing scene looked very different around here.

It’s hard to revel in schadenfreude anymore when one’s closest relatives live within the places, such as drought-ridden California, sizzlingly-hot Florida, and smoke-clogged Ohio, that we’re glad we don’t live in.

From the minor leagues to the M.L.B. draft: It’s a crapshoot.