The Mast-Head: The Language of Stars
I have a friend who knows the names of the stars. A few of them, anyway, she says. I do not know what the stars are called; a few constellations, maybe, yes, but individual stars, no.
I have a friend who knows the names of the stars. A few of them, anyway, she says. I do not know what the stars are called; a few constellations, maybe, yes, but individual stars, no.
A court-ordered auction of 12 acres of land, located at 395 Pantigo Road in East Hampton, will be held on Nov. 12. The minimum bid has been set at $2.5 million.
Somewhere in the Midwest, where if you’re anti-Trump you must speak in lowered tones, I had my hair cut — well, so to speak, inasmuch as there isn’t much left — and was at one point during my monologue — for I can’t hear without my hearing aids, and thus feel I must hold forth when in the chair — asked if I read.
“Yes,” I said.
“Ah,” the barber said, “my polling’s holding up! You didn’t vote for Trump, then?”
“For public enemy number-one. . ??”
Serves as a Refuge
East Hampton
October 14, 2019
Dear David,
How fortunate for East Hampton Village that there is the unspoiled 24-acre Nature Trail at its heart. It hums at its own rhythm and to me represents a sort of God-given place, or natural wonder, that simply was meant to be.
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