Opinion

Memories of Sixto Rodriguez, singer-songwriter who found late fame.

To think that a newspaper — The Marion County Record in Kansas, in this case — was virtually shut down by a police raid at the heart of which may have been a marital dispute is mind-boggling.

It turns out that not only are our smartphones and computers commanding an increasing portion of our waking hours, but they are distracting us from even breathing.

These are the weeks that gardens are supposed to be in finest form, high summer.

It’s cringey to swoon over someone else’s home island and say you heard its siren song and “fell in love.” But . . .

No trips downtown in August.

The lessons of Barry Commoner, the “Paul Revere of the modern environmental movement,” are now more important than ever.

Congress does not have that much of an obvious effect here, other than perhaps on marginal tax rates for the very rich, but on global warming policy it is a crucial player.

For fans of local history as well as of early American furniture, the opening today of the new Dominy Shops Museum on North Main Street is an exciting moment.

Tyrants don’t speak aspirationally, they do not speak hopefully, they don’t say “wouldn’t it be wonderful if.” They bark orders, and woe to him or her who doesn’t carry them out.

The Sag Harbor Village Board did the right thing recently when it proposed handing back development oversight in the waterfront zone to the village planning board.

It is a sad state of affairs that all anyone is talking about this summer is traffic.

We were in Massachusetts this week so my daughter could try out for a lacrosse club team based within striking distance of her boarding school.

East Hampton Town officials are again revising the rules for sandbag seawalls.

Mad magazine’s Dave Berg, now more than ever.

I am 17 years old and would like to share my experience as a minor in a county jail for eight months.

Paying attention can be draining.

In the water, the big risk to life is drowning and near-drowning.

In the context of the way so many of us live our lives, not taking a break for something pleasurable is just business as usual.

It is a cliché that middle-aged Americans like me should indulge in nostalgia for the lost years of banana-seat bicycles and 10 speeds, but they did carry us far and they did provide us with a bliss of freedom completely unknown to my children’s generation.

Neighbors worried about the current East Hampton Village administration’s designs on Herrick Park are rightly concerned.

East Hampton Town officials are beginning to practice what they have long preached when it comes to wastewater by installing modern wastewater systems at public restrooms and elsewhere. It’s high time.

Sag Harbor’s Jordan’s Run is always worth it. Just don’t miss the ceremonies.

This experiment would be part of my personal plan to adopt a more planet-friendly lifestyle.

With smartphone maps, there are no back roads anymore, and more tie-ups are the result.

Pretty much everything that makes life worth living has been axed in the Wainscott School District as the result of two budget turndowns.

It is my opinion that so long as they are fed, their tank is relatively clean, and they are around some kind of action for entertainment, goldfish become part of the family.

So much of our time, especially in the summer, is taken up with running into proof positive that strangers are total idiots.

Major new reports say that smartphone use could be directly linked to poor educational performance while harming children’s emotional stability.

Blue-collar envy.