When my parents made me, I got the shape of my father’s face. I got his dark hair and unfortunate eyebrows. I got both his sweet tooth and his love of vegetables. I got his talent for eight-ball, too.

While on foot patrol by Pizza Village on Main Street very early Sunday morning, officers were approached by “a highly irate female” who said there was a fight in front of the Memory Motel. Police found a Massapequa man bleeding from the mouth.

On an August night 53 years ago, teenybopper screaming subsumed every sound. Then teenybopper weeping filled the giant soup bowl that was Shea Stadium. I wonder why we went?

The environmental impacts of a proposal to build a car wash adjacent to the East Hampton Town Recycling Center on Springs-Fireplace Road dominated the discussion at a town planning board meeting last week.