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The East Hampton Town Trustees eventually had to take on the question of a scholarship named for William J. Rysam, an enslaver of other human beings.

John Steinbeck and Cannery Row East.

I never liked the happy-clappy bright yellow of spring’s early buds.

This year the fun was bled right out of TurboTax.

Even when I was a punk-rock teenager of 15 and 16, I kept a carefully curated vanity table, my bottles of drugstore body lotion and mail-order pins and badges displayed like a still life, like a Joseph Cornell assemblage.

Thomas Piketty thinks we’re heading toward more equality should the wealth be spread around a bit more.

I had a realization, of sorts, swimming in the warm water off Puerto Rico last week.

Notes on life in a small plane.

I’m glad my daughter is finally getting into thrifting.

It is depressing to think that war, nuclear weaponry, and oceans clogged with plastic will be our legacy to coming generations.

It was at Theater 80 that I received my education in Barbara Stanwyck and Greer Garson.

Sag Harbor Village is the big city for me.