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Thoughts on Joe Flacco, the hard-luck Jets, and team loyalty.

Autumn has its music too, Keats said, though it’s not all that melancholic at the moment to my mind because, with 11 high school teams to cover, I must be nimble.

Everything is a scam. That is what I tell my friends, family, and co-workers about basically anything that comes in from an unfamiliar number or email address. “Never answer the phone,” I say to them.

A 5K in Sag Harbor joins road racing with historical sightseeing and live music.

No one says “doggie bag” anymore. And who thought we’d have an opportunity to use the word “catafalque” in 2022? Also on my imaginary list of trendy words of the year, I nominate the phrase “out of pocket.” Everyone is saying “out of pocket” right now, but everyone is using it to mean something different.

The very day that Peter Spacek’s chigger cartoon appeared in our paper two weeks ago I got them.

So what’s it gonna be, college-wise, core curriculum lockdown or pick and choose your classes as you see fit?

For all the boats kept around here, most are idle most of the time.

The unexpected appearance of hummingbirds has been a highlight of the summer.

When I navigated off the interstate, I knew exactly where the graveyard would be with Kerouac’s grave.

One of the major thrusts in our founding documents, as I understand them, was to shield this democratic republic from autocracy.

Avoiding the leaf litter and damp grass where up to a thousand or more tick larvae lurk is the best strategy this time of the year.