Opinion

Each intense storm provides a tree-pruning service. We are overdue for another.

A curmudgeon may be someone who hates change when change is for the worse, hates trendiness, but a curmudgeon is also someone who plays a useful role as cultural watchdog.

Remembering Peter Walsh and Coogan’s, his storied Washington Heights bar, at the resurrected Potato Hampton 5K in Bridgehampton.

Afflicted by tennis elbow, tennis shoulder, and tennis groin, I didn't know from physical therapy. I always hated gyms and their scary steel machines. Not anymore.

It is becoming increasingly obvious that staying healthy means listening to the advice of the president and R.F.K. Jr. and then doing exactly the opposite.

There is a saying among sailors that there is no shame in running aground because it happens to every one of us eventually.

I’m childishly optimistic that this will be the year that Halloween trick-or-treaters return to my front door.

Here are some suggestions for what you might drop off at a food pantry collection point this fall.

In James Fenimore Cooper’s steps, Glens Falls to Sag Harbor.

What the sorcerer Simon Magus’s cynical and self-aggrandizing quest for power can teach us today.

By no stretch of the law are the targeted killings of supposed Venezuelan mariners by members of the United States military justifiable.

Cerberus, my 1979 Cape Dory sloop, has made the crossing from Connecticut.

September brings a distinct change in the inner weather, too. “Bittersweet” would be the apt word for this moment on the Julian calendar between Labor Day and Columbus Day.

The design of the planned East Hampton Town senior citizens center, or Center for Modern Aging, on Abraham’s Path never did sit right.

Gorilla Grodd lives.

The best kind of beach day.

In an apparent attempt to save money, the United States Coast Guard has proposed making Long Island and New England coastal waters less safe.

East Hampton Town needs a traffic commission.

The town trustees’ clam contest is a lovely event. But where do the giants come from?

Last week I came across something new and interesting on Facebook for the first time in years.

We need to strike a note of caution on the East End after a Supreme Court ruling allowed immigration officers tremendous leeway in stopping people they suspect might be in the country illegally or awaiting an asylum hearing.

Homeowners are suing the town over the loss of a view that the town itself was supposed to preserve.

Divorced from reality, sanity, and the actual mechanics of driving, the new car commercials are as depressing as they are slick.

My friends and I never said “the Hamptons” growing up. That label refers to a resort for summer people and weekend warriors, not a place where you go to high school. But is “out east” any better?

Rhode Island has imposed an extra tax on second homes worth over $1 million, while municipalities on Cape Cod are considering adding a 2-percent transfer tax on property sales above the $2 million mark to fund affordable housing.

A reminder of how wasps like old boats.

Tumbleweed Tuesday was the best day of the year, weather-wise. Of course, I am prone to such pronouncements. I can’t help it.

Dreams of tennis, yearnings for Queens.

Standing in a fish market, a valued 31-year customer gets a credit card company on the horn, and, oh boy.

Researchers have concluded that powerful hurricanes will continue to be more common. The western arc of the North Atlantic, in particular, is warming faster than many other places on the globe.