Opinion

Is it weird that I think of mortality — transience and permanence — whenever I drive my car on the New Jersey Turnpike?

East Hampton Town appears about to have the wool pulled over its eyes again in Montauk.

It can be hard to muster much enthusiasm for N.B.A. players today, when you were weaned on the likes of Larry Bird, Robert Parish, and Kevin McHale.

Most, if not nearly all, of the Airbnb hosts in East Hampton Town are breaking the law.

If you’re like me, a fishing greenhorn after you’ve already gone gray, I’ve got a few tips.

There is a little-known grave­site in East Hampton where the remains of Nathaniel R. Arch, a genuine United States war hero, lie.

Nantucket voters earlier this month voted in favor of topless bathing. But what about New York State, or even East Hampton?

Did those who died in this country’s wars, who defended an egalitarian, optimistic, forward-looking society, die so that its lawmaking bodies would simply sit on their hands doing nothing, stymied when confronted with issues demanding action?

It is often said that gas prices are out of whack on the South Fork, and now all prices are.

Like Chicago in 2003, East Hampton Town owns its airport, free of promises to the F.A.A. But unlike in the Windy City, there is a growing contingent of residents who say East Hampton’s should be closed.

Ukraine, though its people’s suffering has been appalling, has decidedly not been an easy toss out. We’re rooting for it.

Spring is a time for paying attention, for noticing things.