Opinion

Just when you needed an emphatic voice on the side of sanity, here comes Billy Bragg.

Two stories about good Samaritans in this week's paper and another heard around the office serve as reminders to heartily thank the lifesavers, first responders, and CPR trainers among us.

Waiting on a new diesel engine for Cerberus, my sailboat. And then waiting some more.

Now that I am an octogenarian, my sense of risk increases at every turn. At the same time, I have gained an understanding of vulnerability as a character trait that allows me to be more open to what the world may offer.

There was good electoral news out of France, and then England, and now, with Kamala Harris ascending to the top of the ticket, Democrats in this country have something to cheer about.

The “Noyack” spelling has strength, certainty. It amounts to a tribute, and it looks good.

Goodbye to a wonderful citizen who, faithfully, week in and week out, wrote hundreds of letters to the editor of his local paper.

The water table is very close to the surface here in much of the village and, as the climate changes and the rains increase, it’s only rising.

We have to listen to the data and the scientists, and what science is telling us now is that the earth is getting hot as hell.

It’s a rare thing to be part of an all-female crew on a sailboat, and yet that’s where I found myself in the middle of Noyac Bay.

The marsh has been underwater more often this year than the last. I suspect that sea level rise has a lot to do with it.

In a resort community like ours, there are beach days . . . and then there are days when there is, as the kids complain, "nothing to do."