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Calling Manny Farber . . .

The animals in my garden are behaving like they think they are stars in a Beatrix Potter story or something, and I don’t mean they are comporting themselves adorably.

The late John Niles, who coached the 1986 Bridgehampton High Killer Bees boys basketball team, said it was the best group of athletes who’d ever played for him.

Other than buying a set of tires, a cabin air filter, windshield wipers, and keeping up with the oil change schedule, my Honda Clarity has had no costs other than for electricity — about $2.50 for 45 to 50 miles’ charge.

The older I get, the clearer it becomes that hanging on to relics of the past can be a burden.

Isn’t it nice that in this country we can think that life here for many, young or old, offers possibility.

People talk about mindfulness a lot these days.

In pursuit of wintertime self-improvement, through enhanced coffee intake and otherwise.

Asked in a recent Science Times happiness questionnaire when was the last time I’d initiated a social plan with someone, I laughed.

Searching through old East Hampton Stars this week, I discovered that our first mention of Hither Woods came in 1892.

Some people are rattled by a change in hours at the town dump. (Or one person is, anyway.)

Although I’m much more obsessive about keeping flowers around the house than the average American mom, I’m not so rhapsodic about it, and I’ve become less judgmental about what constitutes a decent flower.