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As this wild blackberry season looks to be a good one, please note that making jam is not as intimidating as it sounds.

A Joe Jonas sighting conjures Disney’s immortal “Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam” — and a sleepaway camp reverie.

I’m a single mom with two teenagers. Let’s discuss.

I cannot remember the last time the full set of window screens went up at the Star office. There simply are too few flying insects around anymore to bother.

Never mind the bluster. That’s entertainment.

Just when you needed an emphatic voice on the side of sanity, here comes Billy Bragg.

Waiting on a new diesel engine for Cerberus, my sailboat. And then waiting some more.

The “Noyack” spelling has strength, certainty. It amounts to a tribute, and it looks good.

The water table is very close to the surface here in much of the village and, as the climate changes and the rains increase, it’s only rising.

The marsh has been underwater more often this year than the last. I suspect that sea level rise has a lot to do with it.

A dip at Noyac's Long Beach gives rise to thoughts of where a guy's been, and what's been happening on the South Fork over the last two decades.

Is this July 9 birthday coincidence not astonishing? Daughter, father, grandfather, and best friend?