Opinion

Deer do not read The Star. As best as I can tell, neither do the rabbits that ate my parsley last summer.

I once read someplace that the popular song most frequently to be found on the jukeboxes of the Empire State was Sinatra’s “Summer Wind.”

A New York Republican quits the G.O.P.

Encounters with Loudon Wainwright III.

Vietnam was my war, even though I never served there. It framed my youth and I longed to see the country. I finally got there at age 69, in early 2020, just before Covid hit.

Addressing the affordable housing woes.

Let’s hear it for freedom.

Getting away from the week’s distractions would not be as easy as I had expected.

East Hampton Town may get a lot greener if a proposal to phase out fossil fuel stoves, heating, and cooling systems is adopted.

Lawrence Block’s hard-boiled romance of the down-and-out.

A family tradition of clamming and an everlasting appreciation for the chowder of Mary Emma Bunn of the Shinnecocks.

East Hampton Town officials find themselves in the untenable situation of a state court that seems dead-set against them.

Whenever Mark Shields would ask Judy Woodruff during his Friday evening discussions with David Brooks if he could say just one thing, Mary and I would come to the edge of our seats, she on the small couch, I on the recliner, knowing he was about to speak from the heart to our better angels.

A chance conversation last week while I was waiting for my food pickup at La Fondita got me thinking about the way those of us who work for a living on the South Fork talk about summer.

It’s getting hard to keep a grasp on what is and isn’t the right thing to do or to permit, with this teenage girl of mine.

Having observed what has happened to Montauk, members of the East Hampton Town Planning Board may have been extra sensitive to proposed changes to the Springs General Store involving on-premises alcohol consumption.

So where, exactly, is the popular will most manifestly expressed?

The summer of 1977, the summer of Son of Sam, brought trauma and fear, and the poison of trauma doesn’t just go away.

New York politics is nothing if not the land of the unexpected.

East Hampton Town Hall took a defensive posture after news this week that the private Montauk Airport had been sold to an undisclosed buyer.

Close to the day in which we are to celebrate the document that almost 250 years ago asserted our unity in opposition to tyranny, we find ourselves confronting it again.

Cerberus was later getting into the water than I had expected this year.

This column debuted exactly two years ago this week. I’m trying to think of what has changed in those two years.

At last, lyrics you could sink your teeth into.

Again today, the world is witness to invasion, resistance, and the need to escape repression.

The victory Tuesday of Sarah Amaden and Carrie Doyle in the East Hampton Village trustee election cements Mayor Jerry Larsen’s NewTown Party’s hold on the village board.

Things are comfortable here, so much so that one wants to stay put.

When the East Hampton Town Board gave restaurants the go-ahead to provide outdoor table service, it may have unleashed a wave of unintended consequences.

A goodbye to Little League and its ball field.

Being by the ocean is not, to me, a frivolous pursuit.