Opinion

What we did in April 1985 at Columbia University was righteous. 

The kerfuffles surrounding the Hedges and Huntting Inns in East Hampton Village point to a longstanding problem: Old-line businesses that do not conform with zoning laws are getting bigger.

“Government do take a bite, don’t she.”

On the occasion of the wartime opening of the extended nature trail at David’s Lane, a 79-year-old conservationist reminded us why we need the greenery.

East Hampton Town has a waiting list of more than 450 people seeking affordable senior citizen housing but only 127 apartments. A proposal to allow 12 housing units per acre might increase the supply by a third.

Montauk is in a rough place with the imminent closing of its sole pharmacy.

To have order imposed on one who hasn’t been used to it, one who does not feel whole unless stacks of sports pages past surround him, can be traumatic.

Newsreaders and culture mavens were delighted this week to learn that Guild Hall has announced that after two years of work the arts institution will raise the curtain on a fully renovated John Drew Theater in July.

This late winter and spring have been wet and wild.

Everything I understand about social class in America I learned at a farmers market summer job.

We’re told by experts that burlap wrap isn’t good for some species, especially evergreens, and that it doesn’t in fact actually keep plants warmer.

Americans, by and large, don’t get together out in the elements much anymore.

Getting hip to women’s college hoops at just the right time.

Memories of 1978 and a final, snowy departure for college upstate.

“You threw out my picture?” Mary asked when I told her my office’s walls were now bare, the floors were bare, the desk was bare.

There was plenty of screaming during my short trip to Nashville last weekend. I had not understood how Music City U.S.A. had become Partytown U.S.A.

The eclipse on Monday brought back memories of an eclipse in the 1970s, when I was at “hippie school,” the Hampton Day School in the potato fields of Bridgehampton.

Spring is here, and as our attention refocuses out of doors, this is a good moment to take a breath and consider the poor birds.

Just one more Dunkin’ Donuts franchise here would make it right.

Taiwan just got rocked, 30 years ago it was Northridge, California, and it could happen here. What’s it like to ride out the big one?

While Plum Island remains vulnerable to a sale under the terms of a 2008 act of Congress, we should look to Camp Hero as an example.

One person’s detritus is another’s precious possession.

Seeing a photograph of a rusted car frame tumbling from a dune recently reminded me of a devastating northeaster 62 years ago.

Is it sacrilegious to nose-poke at church on Easter Sunday?

Second-guessing the first exercise outing of spring.

As we are bombarded with information detailing catastrophic environmental degradation around the world, it often seems we live in a bubble here on the East End.

The stakes are unusually high in a Democratic Party contest for a congressional candidate for New York District 1. Voting in the primary is June 25.

I rather like noxious fumes, having grown up in the ’50s in Pittsburgh.

A massive deaccession after the office furnace blew up has prompted a bit of soul searching of the Marie Kondo sort.

Rowdy Hall has settled its beef with the town over the paint on its facade, but this should not put to rest the question of what is appropriate and who gets to say so when it comes to land use and redevelopment.