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

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.

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

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

The novel coronavirus, ever refracting normalcy, casts an eerie glow on the path ahead.

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

I’ve been waiting for someone to say something to me about the “Free Leonard Peltier” shirts I’ve been wearing.

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.

The median income among Peloton owners is in the high six figures, if the marketing is to be believed. The purchase of one — and the cost of the monthly fees — is a luxury bordering on the inexcusable in these times of trouble.

I texted a neighbor the other day asking how the mosquitoes were over her way. Lucy, who usually has a decent amount to say, responded with just one word: bad.

What to make of the Amazin’s in this weirdly brief and virus-plagued season?

I have an unhealthy relationship with large home appliances.