In the 19th century, as many as a quarter of cowboys were black.
In the 19th century, as many as a quarter of cowboys were black.
I pulled the plug on cable television at precisely the wrong time — as two national crises descended upon us.
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.
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.
A report by Facebook from the George Floyd war zone.
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.
Before the coronavirus became a round-the-clock nightmare, mine were confined to nighttime.
Who would have thought when a pandemic hit the United States that instead of stocking up on guns, Americans went grocery shopping?
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.
I’m playing tennis in the morning,
Ding, dong, the balls all will be signed,
Pull out the hopper, let’s do it
proper,
But get me to the courts on time.
Learn something new. Of all the thoughts I have heard or read on enduring the pandemic lockdown, this has been the best advice.
I am proud of The Star's literary standards when it comes to language, proud of our effort to represent the lives and interests of not just the wealthy and the grand but of the working people who make up the fabric of our community.
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