Valentine’s Day candles that double as a food pantry benefit, books as amenities at inns, and a look ahead to a monthlong stay in Southampton.

In East Hampton, if you had a street named for you before the 20th century, odds were that you were an enslaver.

Peak movie-going, for me, came in the late 1970s and early 1980s, when — a tangle-haired child of that unruly era — I was handed a 10-dollar bill and left to my own devices for entire weekends at a go.