Opinion

Last year a group of us decided to tackle our ecological despair with action in a landscape we love — East Hampton and eastern Long Island. We started in our own yards.

In the race for New York governor, there is only one real choice.

“You’re wondering why no honking, where are the a-holes? Why is it so peaceful?”

My father leased the Sail Inn for about a decade in the last century, and in doing so drove himself to an early death for ignoring Rule #1 of bar ownership: You can’t be the best customer in your own saloon.

On Main Street in East Hampton Village, it never stops.

Once more unto the gravel trails of Van Cortlandt Park.

Oct. 22, 1962: I was ordained to ministry in the Presbyterian Church, and President Kennedy addressed the nation on the Cuban Missile Crisis.

That compound-fractured tennis racket I have had as a reminder in my office may actually be a thing of the past.

Zoning codes have not kept up with the increased threat presented by accelerating sea level rise and more powerful storms.

Estimates are that close to half of all insect species are falling and that a third are in danger of extinction.

My grandparents had a passion for steamships that, as these family inclinations do, has somehow trickled down to me.

The claim that bail reform in New York State has led to an increase in violence is not supported by facts.

As more people and new businesses flood into East Hampton Town each year, quality of life conflicts are on the rise. Responsibility for dealing with it all falls largely on the Ordinance Enforcement Department, and it needs help.

Andre Dubus’s essay “Giving Up the Gun” has renewed relevance in this political moment and with New York State’s struggles with concealed carry laws.

I have a gripe with people who pin appellations on inanimate objects, or on almost anything and everything. I draw the line at labeling automobiles, apartment complexes, houses . . .

It is reasonable for the East Hampton Village Board to consider whether leashed dogs should be allowed in Herrick Park. However, there are concerns.

A vote on the back of the ballot this year could transform New York State’s approach to climate change and a range of other environmental and social issues. But where the money goes needs to be watched.

In the end, we only have each other, and in the end, disembodied, it’s the extent to which we’ve nourished the creative spirit, of mankind, of our country, of our town, of our village, that lives on.

This is the time of the year that deer are killed by vehicles here in great numbers.

Everyone and their sister is selling their own lifestyle these days, attempting to be an influencer. Everyone thinks their own taste is good taste, and almost everyone is wrong.

Time is running out in New York State to register to vote in the critically important upcoming election.

The glories and mysteries of Mount Morris.

I suspect that I haven’t given enough credit to my feet for what they’ve done for me. It’s time to correct that.

A major new affordable housing initiative should go into effect at the beginning of next year.

There’s a place for everything and everything’s not in its place is more or less the maxim I have lived by.

A favorite tree behind the Star office will soon be no more, thanks to a disease affecting beeches that is spread by a newly discovered nematode.

“Annotating is garbage,” my son said. “Annotating is how you ruin a book.”

The Hamptons International Film Festival has grown up into a serious player in the world of entertainment.

Thoughts on Joe Flacco, the hard-luck Jets, and team loyalty.

Memories of picking beach plums in Shinnecock Hills, and how they were lovingly jarred in a grandmother’s sweet-smelling kitchen.