Police were called to check on a man sleeping in his vehicle on Dunemere Lane on Saturday morning around 10:20. As it turned out, the 57-year-old man was just catching some shut-eye while waiting to pick up an 11 a.m. fare on Old Beach Lane.

Gary L. Babin, who grew up in Montauk and went to East Hampton High School, died at home in Smyrna, Del., on Sept. 27. He was 71 and had been diagnosed with mesothelioma in April.

Albert Edward Bevan of Shelter Island, a former guidance counselor at East Hampton High School, died of complications from pneumonia on Oct. 13 at Stony Brook University Hospital. He was 89.

For waterfront property owners and upland town residents alike, participation in this and upcoming sessions should be a priority.

One of the surest ways to instantly tell if someone was born and bred out here is to note how he or she refers to the neck of land between Accabonac Creek and Three Mile Harbor.

The pleasure of singing, for me, has been greatly magnified over the years by my involvement with choral groups. I sang with the chorus at the Church of the Heavenly Rest on Fifth Avenue after college, but when I married and moved to East Hampton back in the 1960s, I never imagined I would find a similarly excellent group here.

Tis the season, as the water cools rapidly, that many minds, around here anyway, turn to scallops. New York State will allow the start of harvesting from its waters on Nov. 4; town waters will open on Nov. 10, a Sunday. How good the take will be remains to be seen. I have my doubts.

It’s occurred to me that I’ve met (and written about) one Kurd in my life, 23 years ago, and while the situation of his people, mountain livestock herders, was then dire, squeezed as he said they were by five powers, the United States being one, it could well be even more so now, now that Trump has hung them out to dry — the Kurds, as staunch an ally as one could hope for when it comes to fighting, who did a lot of heavy lifting when it came to defeating ISIS.

I doubt Roy was thinking “last time” on Jan. 2, 2010, as he walked down the driveway of the Montauk house where we had shared 36 years of summers and weekends. But that’s just the thing about the last time: Plans don’t matter.

The Maidstone hotel in East Hampton Village is offering a food menu for dogs with dishes such as ground beef and rice with carrots for $10, and salmon and rice with vegetables for $12. Prices are half off on weekdays from 3 to 6 p.m. during the hotel’s “yappy hour.”

The owner of 51 South Edgemere Street in Montauk, the property on Fort Pond that was formerly the site of the East by Northeast restaurant and the Stone Lion Inn, is planning to open a new motel and restaurant there by next summer.

The East End real estate market continued its nearly yearlong slump, according to a third-quarter report from Town and Country that found overall home sales were down 14 percent compared to the same period in 2018.

The prices listed here have been calculated from the county transfer tax. Unless otherwise noted, the parcels contain structures.

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Don McGovern’s charges, with visions of playoffs dancing in their heads, were the aggressor throughout 80 minutes against Kings Park, winding up a 3-0 victor last Thursday.

East Hampton High’s girls swimming team defeated Harborfields 93-77 in its senior meet here last Thursday, but junior varsity football floundered at Bayport-Blue Point.

East Hampton High School’s girls cross-country team, thanks to a 26-29 win over Miller Place at Sunken Meadow on Oct. 15, finished the season at 3-3, “the best we’ve done in quite a while,” according to the team’s coach, Diane O’Donnell.

Given the green light by his coach, Shelter Island High School’s four-time county Class D cross-country champ clocked in at 15 minutes and 40.43 seconds.

Flag football wraps it up at Herrick, while Bonac girls tennis storms the playoffs and the cross-country teams hit Sunken Meadow for the divisional meet Tuesday.

I wake up, look out the window, and instead of Noyac Bay and North Haven beyond, I’m looking at the Santa Barbara Channel and Santa Cruz Island looming up in the background. One day it’s one view, the next day another. Three thousand miles apart, but the water is blue, the sky cloudy, the country one and the same.