Guestwords

On Nov. 25 and every day before and after, I will thank God, Destiny, Fate, Chance, and the prejudice of white descendants of European immigrants for my good fortune. But is that something I should celebrate?

Thanksgiving last year was just weird. Now I’m once again looking to escape P.T.S.D. (Post Turkey Stress Disorder).

So what did Joseph DiSunno do about having no oil in his truck as the Germans closed in?

Over the course of 15 years running a registered charter fishing boat and taking people out to Montauk Point, I have issued five official mayday distress calls and sunk two boats — with customers on them.

What is it about Sag Harbor that brings out the spirits?

Because I can physically see the work getting done as I rake, I view things with a beneficence I can’t summon in life’s more static moments.

Recollections of a day in Missouri when everyone was a Cardinal.

On Columbus Day weekend, revisiting Philip Roth’s breakthrough collection with an eye on identity politics.

The more people learn about roosters, the more they will appreciate them and want them to have full lives. They will even develop positive attitudes toward their crowing.

The problem these days is not just the quantity of the traffic, it’s the quality.

Mike Gordon was a dear friend I had met on the softball field in Bridgehampton. The melding of machismo and kindness in one man was irresistible.

This Sunday marks a new, overdue, and outright joyous event in Hamptons history: the launch of its first organization devoted exclusively to Pride.