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I rather like noxious fumes, having grown up in the ’50s in Pittsburgh.

A massive deaccession after the office furnace blew up has prompted a bit of soul searching of the Marie Kondo sort.

I’d wanted to see Monticello since I was a teenager.

You almost wish that the Ottoman Empire had remained intact.

All is well at the wind farm cable landing spot in Wainscott.

Montauk on steroids: A stroll down the immense concrete boardwalk-slash-sea wall at Virginia Beach.

Today is Pi Day, reminding me that I know nothing of mathematics.

The Star building, completed around 1901, is a relative toddler among others on East Hampton’s Main Street.

Keeping up with the chickens on the Delmarva Peninsula.

Two hours at Dress Gala in Commack.

“We deserve the second-best and the second-best is now!”

In praise of John Avlon’s bid for Congress.