In the end, we only have each other, and in the end, disembodied, it’s the extent to which we’ve nourished the creative spirit, of mankind, of our country, of our town, of our village, that lives on.

I have a gripe with people who pin appellations on inanimate objects, or on almost anything and everything. I draw the line at labeling automobiles, apartment complexes, houses . . .

Warm remembrances and thanks for good work lead off reader comment this week.

The day the East Hampton Town Board held “an unmomentous meeting,” and much more from The Star of yore.