Guestwords

Memories of 1978 and a final, snowy departure for college upstate.

Taiwan just got rocked, 30 years ago it was Northridge, California, and it could happen here. What’s it like to ride out the big one?

As we are bombarded with information detailing catastrophic environmental degradation around the world, it often seems we live in a bubble here on the East End.

On an Audubon expedition into the American Southwest with busload of college kids in the early 1990s, among them was a young John Avlon, now running for Congress.

This is not the time to bury our heads in the sand or in our electronic devices.

What I learned playing the Grand Inquisitor in a high school play, while experiencing my own interrogations off the stage.

At an arty dinner party in Sag Harbor a woman announced to the table, “There’s just too much art!” If that day ever comes, we’re in trouble.

How can friends who’ve headed to Florida or the Bahamas possibly get through a winter without the visceral remembrances of snowy days?

A tale of two ad men.

My generation has been living in America’s Second Reconstruction. With some improvements from the first in the 1870s, we still fight for inclusion, seek diversity, and hope for equity.

The Broadway and pop composer Cy Coleman died nearly 20 years ago. In time for the Grammys, a remembrance of the always fun times with him, from Elaine’s to the Hamptons.

Notes from a golden age for the New York City bibliophile.

For your consideration: The oddest couple in movie history.

If you’ve ever shopped at Erewhon, you’re most likely aware that the luxury grocery store is the trendiest place in Los Angeles to see and be seen. The hype is real, the shopping experience far from ordinary.

Much of what ails the world today is a result of Western governments arbitrarily dividing foreign lands that they have colonized or occupied with no consideration of national sovereignty or demographics.

Anyone seeking an antidote to pervasive fear may find it in focusing on the good that might be coming our way right now — that way we can receive it, spread it around, and give it life.

A nod to the hard-working, industrious folk slogging through the infamous East End traffic to keep the place functioning.

To live a protected life is to know too little. It’s a segregation of the mind bounded by proscribed language.

A case is made for the 1973 Bonac football team’s inclusion in East Hampton High’s Hall of Fame — and memories are triggered.

What should Jews do about the rise in antisemitism? Here are a few modest proposals.

The South Fork traffic mess is worse than ever, and it’s driving everyone nuts. 

Playwright, lyricist, actor, debtor, here is John Howard Payne on the 200th anniversary of the unveiling of his song “Home Sweet Home.”

Dr. Robert Marshall’s metaphor of the fractals within a tree is useful in explaining the infinite patterns, and from there it’s a short leap to fractals in the arts.

How Fred Yardley and the lifeguards of Main Beach pioneered the best way to body surf.

Our community needs to be educated about what’s here or coming down the pike: Many trees are in trouble.

The dysfunction in Washington cannot prevent us from meeting our responsibilities as a world leader. Congress must put aside petty squabbles and rise to the occasion to provide proper funding for Israel and ensure we’re combating antisemitism, Islamophobia, and all forms of hate here at home.

As we’re now safely into the fall, we can dig in to the Hamptons’ favorite pastime: kvetching about restaurants.

I’ve always seen the South Fork as a giant outdoor Cinerama. But how movies have portrayed the area has been hit or (more often) miss.

Falling leaves provide shelter for the insects that pollinate our flowering world. They nourish the soil, keeping it alive. Let’s rethink what we do with them.

Closing up our summer retreat was when I first experienced what my grandmother called “the pain of a heavy heart.”