Opinion

The last five-speed Nissan manual transmission just rolled off an assembly line in Mexico. 

A “Way It Was” entry in this newspaper from 1950 about a 36-foot, 19th-century gondola being transported by railcar to the Mariners’ Museum in Newport News, Va., unleashes a flood of memories.

R.F.K. Jr., who just dismissed the entire C.D.C. committee responsible for making vaccination recommendations, is not just the leading vaccine skeptic, he is a conspiracy theorist who believes this committee is a secret cabal lining their pockets with gold. They are not.

A chat with a teen who wants to be a Main Beach lifeguard reminds me of my own brief and unremarkable lifeguarding career. 

The phrase “baggage train” kept popping into my head this weekend as we packed up the contents of my daughter’s dorm room in New Hampshire and stuffed it all into the crevices of the car.

A fishing industry lawsuit filed last week seeking to stop construction of Empire Wind 1, an 810-megawatt project in the ocean off Long Island, is just one part of a multipronged assault on clean energy.

Homeowners should not automatically get the right to a second floor merely because of FEMA’s minimum elevations.

Once more unto a storied eatery at a Catskills crossroads.

East Hampton is home to a renowned Georgian artist, Sergo Tbileli, who has brought his native country’s art and culture to the forefront here.

In the years since e-bike popularity spiked during the pandemic, emergency rooms have seen ever-increasing rates of serious injuries and deaths.

June is birthday month for the Rattrays. Chalk it up to the first chill nights of late summer and early fall putting people in the mood around here.

I tend to see the creatures who live in my immediate domestic orbit through a semi-comical anthropomorphized lens.

The legendary QB showed that there are ways to bring a more diverse crowd into town.

A senator dresses down Lee Zeldin, the new Environmental Protection Agency administrator.

The demolition of important Modernist houses continues apace.

Arcades and mini golf and open-air alcohol. ’Twas ever thus.

Memories of midcentury New York and an important figure in a woman’s life — the fun aunt.

Cerberus, my 1979 Cape Dory sloop, is progressing toward a July Fourth launch.

It’s been an interesting spring in family newspapering.

If you’re worried about whether society will hold together, a SUNY college commencement just might be a cure for what ails you.

I’m a dog person. Except when it comes to boats. With boats, I worry I might be a cat person.

There is a disturbing quality to the Trump administration’s bringing charges against a member of Congress in connection with her attempted oversight visit to a New Jersey immigrant detention center.

Scuffs where horseshoe crabs had made love during night covered the sand at Lazy Point. Their fevered trails crisscrossed the beach. Plovers and turnstones probed for eggs along the edge of the water.

One of the recurring themes of this column that I keep returning to — like a dog that annoys its master by wearing holes in the living room rug by habitually turning circles and clawing at the carpet with its paws before lying down — is the incontrovertible truth that people used to have more fun.

If it seems like The Star has a weird ax to grind over the local proliferation of “green giant” arborvitae, well, yes, we do.

Ticks have never been worse. Science to the rescue?

Mother’s Day brought the memories, both wistful and comforting.

Why did Nick LaLota vote for using “Gulf of America,” this jingoistic nod to the hyper-patriotism of the President Trump fan base?

Being able to eat outdoors at a South Fork restaurant during the summer is a delight, but too much of a good thing means trouble.

Getting reacquainted with Cerberus, my 1979 Cape Dory sloop.