Opinion

Believe it or not, there was a time not all that long ago when the surfing scene looked very different around here.

Speaking in the first person, ChatGPT declared it would be happy to help a Star letter writer. The result was cringe-worthy.

Thoughts on the Fourth after missing out on the Fourth.

Everything that my granddaughter does is new, vibrant, and alive. Everything my mother-in-law does is old, frail, and confused. And I’m caught in the middle.

Every moment’s a poem.

The list of problems is long, but the potential for improving the area around Springs-Fireplace and Three Mile Harbor Roads in East Hampton is great.

Each year, a new source of vehicular irritation gets my attention — this year it’s the black Audi.

The supernatural Saharan skyfall of 1994 was on my mind last month when we were visited by the first heavy haze from the Canadian wildfires.

It is difficult to know yet whether disaster was averted or just delayed by a United States Supreme Court decision released this week in an important voting case.

Words of unity at a graduation ceremony on Pierson Hill.

Moving on after the death of my father involved moving, literally towing, his riding lawn mover and all it signified.

The East Hampton Village Board has a golden opportunity ahead to clear up confusion regarding the use of Herrick Park.

Giving it all at a Little League game.

Lessons learned in early employment.

Political ties run deep in Suffolk County, and there has been speculation that an old-boy network is behind the extraordinary fines a State Supreme Court justice has imposed on the town.

On John Romita, the smooth illustrator who remade Spider-Man and the entire look of Marvel Comics.

That the reduction in nuclear capacity after the Three Mile Island disaster would keep the coal industry alive and exacerbate climate change should have been obvious.

I was called an “idiot” the other day by a doubles opponent, and I couldn’t entirely disagree.

For the first time, lifeguards at East Hampton Main Beach will have the ability to fly a drone to help pinpoint swimmers in distress.

It had been missing for nearly a year, so when I found my wallet at the bottom of a bag of life jackets earlier this week I felt like a dope.

In a village election season with a deficit of drama, the contest for Sag Harbor justice has become a headliner, and we think Carl Irace is now seasoned enough for the job.

When a certain body type is irresistible to parasites.

It was with both happiness and a tinge of disappointment that I saw the go-kart my son and I built years ago drive away.

I am unworthy . . .

Nostalgia is a funny thing when it is wrapped up in an object, in my case a favorite cooking utensil.

In praise of Southampton Town’s pay-per-bag system of handling trash.

In light of the smoke from the Canadian wildfires, special caution is urged for people who regularly work outside and whose particulate exposure was already high.

In Sag Harbor and in the unenviable position of envying East Hampton its diner and pizza parlor.

On the occasion of the late Robin Duke being honored by Planned Parenthood Hudson Peconic for her work as a women’s rights advocate, her granddaughter recalls the most important lesson she imparted.

From good news (the Fox settlement) to bad (a departed tennis partner).