Columnists

“It gets easier,” someone said recently in referring to long marriages and looking my way for confirmation.

The Bridgehampton racetrack was brought back to life Saturday for a simulated racing competition watchable on YouTube.

How can I ever thank you? You have been there from the beginning, in the soaring chorus of “Good Day Sunshine” through the car’s tinny radio so many summers ago, and even now you are here, the infectious — in the best way — “Home Tonight.”

In the 19th century, as many as a quarter of cowboys were black.

A real estate broker once told us that we didn’t want to live in “The Corridor,” but now, with all the beautifying work going on at practically every house in the neighborhood save ours, I feel blessed to be living within it.

I pulled the plug on cable television at precisely the wrong time — as two national crises descended upon us.

The obvious enthusiasm of some American police officers for violence amid peaceful protests may be among the most indelible images to come out of the nationwide demonstrations that have followed the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis.

All about us there’s suffering, and yet this neighborhood in which we live in Springs is beautiful, in full bloom and serene. It doesn’t get any better than this — here, that is.

A report by Facebook from the George Floyd war zone.

Who would have thought when a pandemic hit the United States that instead of stocking up on guns, Americans went grocery shopping?

Before the coronavirus became a round-the-clock night­mare, mine were confined to night­time.

Memorial Day seems an appropriate time to bid farewell to a longtime pursuit — in this case, this: my weekly column, “Connections,” which has appeared in The East Hampton Star, come rain or come shine, come hell or come high water, since 1977.