Opinion

Roll the tape . . .

Coming across a letter my grandmother wrote shortly after my grandfather’s death in 1954 transported me back to a summer day of my childhood in their Southampton yard. 

Under the steady helm of the Montauk Historical Society, the annual benefit, this year featuring Brandi Carlile, has maintained a positive spirit as a true community gathering.

I have been studying East End slavery for close to a decade now, but that has not diminished the shock that accompanies many of the documents that turn up.

Prince Edward Island, the island of my dreams.

Roads throughout East Hampton Town and Village have become an obstacle course.

Adventures with my father, beach-bannering and landing hard at the Foster Farm’s au naturel runway in Sagaponack.

The Star has published my fiction. I’ve contributed reviews, many “Guestwords,” and most recently poems. A peculiarity of my condition is that I have never after all these years met one person at the paper I write for.

Users of A.I. graphic designs risk a subliminal backlash.

What if visitors here were not being entitled jerks but rather were doing the best they could with the cerebral horsepower they had?

My career in the theater was not illustrious.

It has been a summer of weather warnings. Now comes the smoke. 

A showman for the ages deserves his due.

We hold these (new) truths to be self-evident . . .

We noticed a gratifying story emerging from the just-the-facts data of the East Hampton Village Police Department incident reports from the last month and a half: There seems to be an ongoing crackdown over landscaping noise. 

Finally, Suffolk County will share a bit more of its annual hotel tax income with the part of the county where much of the revenue is generated.

This season, late-model Range Rovers are the leading contender for the most annoying kind of car on South Fork roads.

Raise your hand if your mood is forcefully impacted by the weather.

Taken together, the disruptions caused by this latest storm, made even worse by Fourth of July weekend traffic, were a reminder of the challenges facing emergency planners. 

A pair of otherwise similar concepts — a brewery deep in Springs and a beer-maker’s restaurant in East Hampton Village — are a study in contrasts. 

A drought is one of those emergencies that requires us all to act like grown-ups.

Flagging over the Pledge of Allegiance and the national anthem.

Camp Siegfried in Yaphank was one two dozen Nazi youth camps that spread like a plague across the United States of America in the 1930s. 

Whale stink is something of a Proustian madeleine for me.

Despite my recent, mild interest in birds, I remain an indefatigable mis-identifier of them.

It may be a tough time for this graduating class in this pivotal generation, but we look for sunny skies and positive outcomes.

Finding success, of a sort, and camaraderie with the run-walk-run method at the Shelter Island 10K.

It was enough to make me start smoking again.

We are lucky here on eastern Long Island to have a fair amount of remaining habitat good for box turtles. But they are not out of the woods, so to speak. 

Scarcely is there a moment that I can step outside the office and not hear something other than the birds.