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Gristmill: Slumberland

It took a global pandemic lockdown for me to finally appreciate my father’s lifelong predilection for napping.

Sep 10, 2020
The Mast-Head: Contact Is Curative

Something I noticed only recently about the pandemic is that I felt significantly more animated after talking with a friend or even making a work call.

Sep 3, 2020
The Shipwreck Rose: Low-Class Fish

The problem with buying good, fat Maine lobsters is that no one in my household will eat them with me.

Sep 3, 2020
Gristmill: It’s Not Easy

Dominic Smith, the good-guy left fielder, first baseman, and designated hitter for the Mets, broke down when discussing the implications of the police shooting of Jacob Blake.

Sep 3, 2020
The Mast-Head: False Sense of Security

Nearly every morning since the middle of March, I get up, make coffee, feed the dogs, and look up the previous day’s coronavirus numbers.

Aug 27, 2020
The Shipwreck Rose: Before and After

Graduation was held at the Hayground School in Bridgehampton on Saturday evening, and the parents kind of fell apart.

Aug 27, 2020
Gristmill: Up Close and Personal

Monday night’s opening of the Republican National Convention raised important questions every American must ponder.

Aug 27, 2020
The Mast-Head: Text Markers of Age

Searching for something for our weekly “Recovering the Past” contest, I found a photograph I had taken in August, almost exactly 30 years ago today.

Aug 20, 2020
The Shipwreck Rose: Must Haves

Like many of us sinners, I spend too much time shopping on the internet.

Aug 20, 2020
Gristmill: When the Going Gets Weird

When reality throws you for a loop, there’s always the escapism of the Great American Comic Book.

Aug 20, 2020
The Mast-Head: Safe at the Rail

Some people just will not wear masks. This struck me on the Cross Sound Ferry on my way back from Massachusetts.

Aug 13, 2020
The Shipwreck Rose: Shadow World

One of the greatest compensations for losing sleep on squad night is driving home through empty streets and then walking slowly up to my stoop from the driveway in the still of the night.

Aug 13, 2020