Opinion

Whenever someone talks about “a more innocent time” and the faraway days of childhood happiness, my mind drifts to the house on Egypt Close where my friends Katy and Jenny Paxton lived.

Why did several speed bumps get placed on Highway Behind the Pond, of all places?

Montauk on steroids: A stroll down the immense concrete boardwalk-slash-sea wall at Virginia Beach.

On an Audubon expedition into the American Southwest with busload of college kids in the early 1990s, among them was a young John Avlon, now running for Congress.

The new plan for Herrick Park looks a lot like the old park plan put forward in 2019 by the previous village administration. 

You almost wish that the Ottoman Empire had remained intact.

All is well at the wind farm cable landing spot in Wainscott.

I’d wanted to see Monticello since I was a teenager.

About 275 acres of land on 182 parcels are undeveloped along Springs-Fireplace Road.

Keeping up with the chickens on the Delmarva Peninsula.

This is not the time to bury our heads in the sand or in our electronic devices.

Thank heaven for the Ladies Village Improvement Society.

The stressed global environment has to be addressed — for whales, dolphins, and everything else on Earth.

Today is Pi Day, reminding me that I know nothing of mathematics.

The Amagansett School District needs a new superintendent. Again.

The Star building, completed around 1901, is a relative toddler among others on East Hampton’s Main Street.

In praise of John Avlon’s bid for Congress.

What I learned playing the Grand Inquisitor in a high school play, while experiencing my own interrogations off the stage.

East Hampton Town government appears divided after the planning board correctly said that it, not the town board, should be in charge of review of the proposed new senior citizens center.

“We deserve the second-best and the second-best is now!”

So the town wants to put sand onto the depleted Ditch Plain Beach. Then what?

What happens when a furnace goes blooey.

There is precedent showing that congestion pricing works, but it won’t be without repercussions for East Enders.

Until proven otherwise, any kind of out-of-the-blue request to change a password or divulge personal details or solicitation of any sort has to be viewed very, very suspiciously.

In last week’s episode of “Capote vs. the Swans,” our man in letters clawed back some dignity. And a fan ponders the arc of his career.

At an arty dinner party in Sag Harbor a woman announced to the table, “There’s just too much art!” If that day ever comes, we’re in trouble.

Leafing through some of The Star’s bound volumes, I was chagrined to find my early-1970s columns were unvaryingly issue-oriented.

Nick LaLota’s re-election chances improved this week after a State Legislature committee opted against radically reshaping New York Congressional District 1. Bring on John Avlon.

The South Fork has more trails than you could shake a stick at, and now is the time to go.

Parenthood is a pendulum. Whatever direction our parents swung in the habits and policies of our own raising, we swing that pendulum far back over to the other side.