Opinion

When white Americans talk about a “second civil war” there can be no mistaking their meaning — a return to a divided society with men at the top and Black Americans and other segments of the population at the bottom.

Suffolk County provides health clinics and low-cost buses for East Enders, but the paradox of a cash crisis UpIsland that will largely be escaped here does point to an unresolved question, whether the five East End towns are so different that their needs would be better served by breaking away and trying something new.

One of the many things that struck me on my recent and ongoing sail from Marblehead, Mass., to East Hampton is how accommodating the communities on the other side of the water are to passing boaters, especially as compared to Long Island.

Last week, a production crew from a PBS show called “Legacy List” landed on Edwards Lane to film an episode — starring my house, my family, and the contents of my attic, basement, and barn.

Streaming television is supposed to be sleek and high-tech, but its nether reaches remind me of the old UHF channels.

I know my social media apps and Google search history are tracked, but now I am starting to think that Duolingo is spying on me, too.

This year I finally planted my victory garden. My coronavirus home farm, inspired by the victory gardens of World War II.

By the numbers, Donald Trump had a better chance of recovery than many Americans. Statistics from across the country show that Black and Latino patients die from Covid-19 disproportionately more than other ethnic groups do.

Among the most important races in the Nov. 3 election are those not making headlines, yet a functional American democracy depends on them — the contests for state-level positions.

Local governments on the East End are losing hundreds of thousands of dollars in missed revenue by not charging for public parking in some areas.

This column is being written toward sunset from the harbor at Plymouth, Mass. Alone time, something so many of us say we want, is elusive, but I have had time to think this week.

“Cancel” is the word of the year, and not just in the social-shunning sense.