Opinion

Nick LaLota will say anything it takes to stay in the convicted felon ex-president’s favor and not anger First District voters.

You intimately sense the connection between those who have gone before and those coming after in a small town Memorial Day parade such as ours.

What makes the health risks at South Lake Drive Beach in Montauk so unfortunate is that they have chiefly affected kids.

There is a distinct proprietary protectiveness of the very wealthy among us.

We’re not sure how likely it is that that the Protect Our Pedestrians Act will be able to sidestep the usual Albany roadblocks, but the issue it reflects is an increasingly important one.

Making like a trucker, hell-bent on Myrtle Beach.

The idea of downing a brisk brew now and again is growing on me. It seems to match my middle-aged self, my slower self, my more contented self.

We dweebs go into the city about once a decade.

It was with profound befuddlement that news was received in this office, last week, that John Drew Theater at Guild Hall had been renamed.

Down where I live, within feet of the marsh, the buzz is constant from about the end of May until early October.

The Cranberry Hole Road bridge in Amagansett has been closed for repairs for a year. And, from appearances, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority is in no hurry to reopen it.

You, too, may have found yourself wondering about the staying power of even the best of “prestige television.” A nun to the rescue.

One sportfisherman’s perspective on how Montauk has changed.

It’s a sign of a healthy community when you have good people vying for a public position, especially one that can be relatively thankless, like that of school board member. Barbara Dayton, the Springs School Board’s president who lost her seat in Tuesday’s election, is an example of an upstanding citizen who has worked hard, achieved much, and deserves a tip of the hat.

So, what did I learn this week? That Audubon “more than once described birds that almost certainly never existed,” and that the L.V.I.S. didn’t have any pants with a 35-inch waist.

Back in 1992, when the state turned a few wild turkeys loose in the woods, few people, if any, anticipated how well they would do. These days they are as common as deer but somewhat less destructive. In ecological terms, wild turkeys are a good thing.

Among the plant-related projects that I have gotten into, none is as challenging as grafting apples. Now, in the second year, I have one survivor out of a dozen attempts, a scion cut from a Quail Hill tree.

On square footage, a key argument that the don’t-count-the-basement crowd cites is that what happens underground has no impact on neighbors or the community.

How Yondr pouches remade one school’s lunchtime.

It’s typical of people my age to look back with nostalgia and say it’s too bad everything has gone to hell. But I look forward.

Parsing the Wainscott School District’s budget proposal.

I wonder if it’s all right to wear warmup pants and a Bonac hoodie to the Press Club of Long Island’s Hall of Fame induction ceremony.

The kids of the Springs and Amagansett Schools need our support.

Think what we may about the yearly climate cycle on the East End, some kind of seasonal calendar is needed to anticipate when to take the dahlia and tomato seedlings outside.

It’s been a long time since I owned any shoes that felt worthy of a Polaroid or that seemed to reflect anything in particular about my character or my autobiography.

We snapped to attention when a certain shingled relic appeared on the real estate market recently, priced at $3.5 million.

Not so fast, boaters — the bays and harbors are still cold, with readings in the 50s, low enough to cause loss of dexterity within 10 minutes of immersion.

John Edgar Wideman. A fan’s notes.

I wanted someone who baked cookies. My mother painted pictures.

If it weren’t for the moon, we wouldn’t be here.