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The Shipwreck Rose: Answer the Call

It’s Tuesday morning at 10 minutes to 10, and I have somehow neglected to come up with a subject for this week’s column, which needs to be turned in by 2:20 this afternoon.

Dec 30, 2021
Gristmill: No Spoilers

It's Spidey to the rescue — of cinemas. And just in time, before the hacking, feverish world backslides into another lockdown.

Dec 23, 2021
Point of View: A Time to Engage, Rather Than Rage

It's always easier to destroy than to build, Mary keeps telling me. Perhaps that's why we're at each other's throats, on the Internet and elsewhere — it's easier.

Dec 23, 2021
The Mast-Head: Getting Better

It seems everyone took up at least one new thing during the pandemic. What with few or no social obligations and nowhere to go, we have tried to learn a fresh skill or do better at a familiar chore. Cleaning the kitchen has never been so interesting!

Dec 23, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: The Big Signal

Radio seems to be surviving the advent of the internet, doesn’t it? Reading suffers, print media staggers, but listening goes on. I’m a radio person. You are or you aren’t.

Dec 23, 2021
Gristmill: Music Man

Stephen Sondheim on the good, the bad, and the unheard.

Dec 16, 2021
Point of View: It Takes Effort to Be Effortless

Yes, “play looser” is good advice, good advice in general, I’d say.

Dec 16, 2021
The Mast-Head: Enslaved to the End

Two hundred sixteen years ago today, a woman enslaved by Samuel L’Hommedieu in Sag Harbor gave birth to a boy.

Dec 16, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Unboxing

The best part of Christmas is the run-up.

Dec 16, 2021
Gristmill: Smiles All Around

Thoughts on a 13-year-old mouth liberated from braces.

Dec 9, 2021
Point of View: Boning Up On a Crisis

When the Cuban missile crisis had everyone on tenterhooks, I, a collegian then, was pretty much oblivious.

Dec 9, 2021
The Mast-Head: End of the Season

Cerberus’s sailing season came to a formal end this week when the crew at Three Mile Harbor Marina lifted the sloop from the water and placed it on the boat-mover’s trailer for the short trip into town.

Dec 9, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Deep and Crisp and Even

The older I get, the less happy I am about the dark afternoons. Sunset brings us down. We have to fight, fight against the dying of the light.

Dec 9, 2021
Gristmill: Greener Pastures

Funny that it took my daughter heading up and over to college in western New York for me to at last appreciate the state I grew up in.

Dec 2, 2021
Point of View: The Table’s Silent Now

There were 18 here the other night, and now, as is the case most of the year, just the two of us and O’en.

Dec 2, 2021
The Mast-Head: A Dominy Plea

Eighty years ago this month, the mayor of the Village of East Hampton issued an urgent plea: An important piece of early American history was in danger of being lost.

Dec 2, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Cool Beans

Every morning is a double espresso kind of morning around this ranch — the Double-Bar-E Crazy Ranch on Edwards Lane.

Dec 2, 2021
The Mast-Head: Cheap Insurance

Other than everyone in masks on the plane, there was nothing much out of the ordinary about Alaska Air Flight 458. It seemed strange to travel again, being the first time that I had been aboard an aircraft since 2019. For the most part, passengers followed the rules, but there were a few people in the section around seat 18D who needed repeated reminders from the flight attendants to “Cover your nose.”

Nov 26, 2021
Gristmill: They Call It MACtion

Hard-hitting college football action — a cure for the late-night-Wednesday-in-November blues.

Nov 24, 2021
Point of View: A Toast to the Children

The desert is hardly deserted, at least the one that is rimmed by the San Jacinto mountains in Southern California, where two of our grandchildren, unbridledly joyous 4 and 6-year-old girls, live. Untrammeled joy, however, was not our lot last week inasmuch as an 11-year-old grandson who lives in northwestern Ohio underwent at the same time a severe Covid-caused trial ultimately overcome only by astute medical intervention and his characteristic bravery.

Nov 24, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Lucky Me

I’m not supposed to say this — visualize me right now muttering “Knock on wood” as I rap smartly on the top of my head — but I am the lucky dame who always wins the raffle: I win things much more frequently than chance says I ought to. If there is a door prize or basket of cheer, I expect to soon be carrying the basket home, strapped with a seatbelt into the front passenger seat beside me, softly chuckling to myself like a thief.

Nov 24, 2021
Gristmill: The Great Emptying

Adventures in a deserted Kmart.

Nov 18, 2021
Point of View: Mentored by a 12-Year-Old

My granddaughter stroked the ball well in a middle school tennis match at Sportime the other day, but it was her composure that struck me.

Nov 18, 2021
The Mast-Head: Bored and Hungry, Circa 1975

My teen years here in the 1970s, in retrospect, seems a halcyon time.

Nov 18, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Jazz Baby

When I was a teenager, the doomed trajectory of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s life story caught my attention.

Nov 18, 2021
Gristmill: Teen Spirit

There’s more going on than you’d think at Sunken Meadow come state qualifier time.

Nov 11, 2021
Point of View: Glad I’m Rid of It

I quit Facebook years ago, convinced that, despite the happy patina, it was by and large a medium for meanness, for back-stabbing, name-calling, ganging-up, and worse.

Nov 11, 2021
The Mast-Head: Fighting the Rot

Doing the storms, the worst rot I found was on windows less than 20 years old made of junk wood and not intended to last.

Nov 11, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Bird Turd Disco

In the mid-1970s, Promised Land was like the wilderness of the Bible.

Nov 11, 2021
Gristmill: Senatorial Splendor

All legislation held hostage? There’s gotta be another way.

Nov 4, 2021