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L.A. story: eternal gratitude to that West Hollywood art house cinema for an introduction to Krzysztof Kieslowski’s “Dekalog.”

My children definitely don’t feel the sense of excitement we felt as children at the holidays. They’re quite blasé.

The adventures, follies, and disequilibrium of running on a treadmill.

You know you are a child of the 1970s when . . .

It was a homecoming win all the more memorable for the fact that its attainment was the players’ gift to their coach and a gift to themselves.

Sea water temperature is projected to rise by .05 to .5 degrees Celsius per decade, with warming expected to be amplified in shallow coastal waters like ours.

My friend and I are stuck in something of a creative bind at midcareer, looking around and wondering where the community went.

I am reminded of an exhibition the Israeli Tennis Centers, just about all of which were said to be located in underprivileged Israeli neighborhoods, gave a half-dozen years ago at the East Hampton Indoor Tennis Club that Scott Rubenstein manages.

Cerberus and I had the crossing to Old Saybrook to ourselves. I could stand a year of Octobers, I thought.

I’d been looking forward to Cormaria’s “Sunday supper” takeout offering for weeks.

If you’re questioning the sanity of spending time in front of a television watching professional football, read on.

We are either cynical or naive by nature. I believe this to be true.