Using the word “resource” to describe the East Hampton Library doesn’t do it justice.

The woman’s wedding ring was out there, somewhere in the sand. Her husband thought he had a pretty good idea where, but it was not to be.

Worn out, the worse for wear, working for The Star and longshoring on the side in the sweet summertime, it has really, finally become apparent: I’m not a young man.

Playing Major League Baseball might have been my dream come true. Or my death sentence.