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From where I sit with a view of Main Street, two things about this summer strike me: the numerous westbound traffic backups and the people peering in The Star’s front windows.

Happy happy joy joy! It’s hard to shake the Games of Paris.

Notes from the East Hampton Library’s Authors Night.

And it was not even particularly good coffee.

When insects attack.

The older I get, the more I appreciate the power of beauty. The faces of the old Hollywood stars.

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.