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One person’s detritus is another’s precious possession.

Seeing a photograph of a rusted car frame tumbling from a dune recently reminded me of a devastating northeaster 62 years ago.

Is it sacrilegious to nose-poke at church on Easter Sunday?

Second-guessing the first exercise outing of spring.

I rather like noxious fumes, having grown up in the ’50s in Pittsburgh.

A massive deaccession after the office furnace blew up has prompted a bit of soul searching of the Marie Kondo sort.

Whenever someone talks about “a more innocent time” and the faraway days of childhood happiness, my mind drifts to the house on Egypt Close where my friends Katy and Jenny Paxton lived.

Montauk on steroids: A stroll down the immense concrete boardwalk-slash-sea wall at Virginia Beach.

You almost wish that the Ottoman Empire had remained intact.

All is well at the wind farm cable landing spot in Wainscott.

I’d wanted to see Monticello since I was a teenager.

Keeping up with the chickens on the Delmarva Peninsula.

Today is Pi Day, reminding me that I know nothing of mathematics.

The Star building, completed around 1901, is a relative toddler among others on East Hampton’s Main Street.

In praise of John Avlon’s bid for Congress.

“We deserve the second-best and the second-best is now!”

What happens when a furnace goes blooey.

In last week’s episode of “Capote vs. the Swans,” our man in letters clawed back some dignity. And a fan ponders the arc of his career.

Leafing through some of The Star’s bound volumes, I was chagrined to find my early-1970s columns were unvaryingly issue-oriented.

The South Fork has more trails than you could shake a stick at, and now is the time to go.

Parenthood is a pendulum. Whatever direction our parents swung in the habits and policies of our own raising, we swing that pendulum far back over to the other side.

Clarity through fasting.

The real Herrick Park is for sports.

Someone pointed out to me that a mahogany floor in a beach house did not really “go.”

This is the first time I’ve been alone in this house for more than 24 hours, ever. I wander the rooms and check my pockets.

A return to a vastly changed Commonwealth Avenue and Boston University — and its famous racing facility.

A vacation in “Centereach with palm trees.”

What out-dumbs TikTok?

Coffee and tea are the hot beverages of contemplation.

After the blood drive.