Opinion

For some Americans, the word “weaponization” is all they will need to hear about a freshly minted subcommittee in the House of Representatives aimed at blocking prosecutions of former President Trump and his cabal of election-denial plotters.

Adventures at the Whitney, on the High Line, and in a lost New York.

From our correspondent in Pennsylvania comes a tribute to an illustrator for 50 straight years of Christmas cards that are works or art.

The message the Republican Party offers Long Island voters centers on a distrust of government, as well as the coded racism in its fixation on crime.

Beginning in 2019, the so-named South Fork Commuter Connection was supposed to take a bite out of the weekday morning and afternoon “trade parade” of bumper-to-bumper work vans and delivery trucks.

I had no Covid symptoms, but that apparently, according to what I read, wasn’t necessarily a cause for celebration.

I am now on my second plug-in hybrid electric vehicle, at a combined gas and electric of 100 or more miles per gallon the way I drive it.

The Ukrainian president cuts through the nonsense.

A chance encounter with Dick Cavett on an East Hampton beach leads to a long-term friendship. And to Groucho.

It is stunning that the Democratic Party would essentially cede the race to George Santos without doing even the most basic background research.

A portion of the federal Inflation Reduction Act passed in August contains hundreds of billions of dollars to move away from fossil fuel.

I read in a recent New York Press Association publication an article suggesting that journalists be more broad-minded when writing about the elderly. Six “tips” were proffered. Here are mine.

My brother, Dan, used to say that one could survive perfectly well eating nothing other than brown rice and clams.

On Boxing Day . . .

The old line “If you build it, they will come” should be applied to costly new sewage treatment facilities being planned for Montauk and East Hampton Village.

Best concert ever: Bob (“Schoolhouse Rock”) Dorough on keys and Richard Sudhalter on cornet at a North Fork vineyard, spring 2002.

Just imagine how much more peaceful the world would be if difficult and/or coldhearted people were walloped with a million daily currents of kindness and love.

There is little question that soccer here, the games that have been played by adults since the early 1970s and since 2009 by our high schoolers, has been East Hampton’s pre-eminent sport.

On the fate of a town-owned property in Springs where two important modern-art painters once lived and worked, we believe that a middle path should be sought.

Buying socks was a problem here — until I noticed a bin in the menswear section at the Ladies Village Improvement Society Bargain Box.

As with so many things in life as the years tick-tick-tick by, it takes rather more priming of the pump than it used to to achieve the right holiday atmosphere.

Purchasing goods and services close to home has some surprising benefits.

A simple question for the sellers on those social media marketplaces hereabouts . . .

Trump’s actions with respect to losing the election, while extreme, is hardly new. Winning is a supreme value in American culture.

Yes, Virginia, even 82-year-olds can freak out.

Laid up with a stomach bug for the past several days, I have had a lot of time to watch what is going on outside.

The only person I know who says they don’t gossip and holds true to that word is a friend who is autistic.

East Hampton Town has an advertising problem.

On Martha’s Vineyard, the way the towns deal with short-term rental properties could provide a valuable example.

We were excited to learn that adult education might return in the East Hampton School District — potentially offering choices among languages, the arts, and life and practical skills.