Opinion

I have actually considered if I would or wouldn’t bow, if and when I were to meet Queen Elizabeth.

Here we are again — after each mass shooting, calls resume for stronger gun-control laws. Yet the killing goes on.

When your kids start going to the movies without you.

I satisfied my departed dad’s spirit as Rosanne Cash sang about enshrining her departed dad during a benefit concert at the State Theatre, a plaster palace in Easton, Pa.

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

East Hampton Village residents should wonder why precisely it is that the trustees are eager to install a specialized glass playing enclosure for a sport that no one has heard of.

Covid worries and pollen aside, I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be at this time of year.

Living where I do down in the dunes past Amagansett, ticks are just part of the scenery.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

A plea for no phones at the wheel, before artificial intelligence takes over the roads.

Honeybees will not make a hole in your house, but they will take advantage of an existing one. So be sure to take a good look around your property and seal up all cracks and crevices.

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

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.

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

The traditional Irish tune “Whiskey in the Jar” is told from the perspective of a highwayman, a bold deceiver and drunken carouser who meets with an English officer, Captain Farrell, on the Cork and Kerry Mountains.

There should no longer be any mistaking the racist core of what has become of the Republican Party, both nationally and in our own state.

Whether meaningful reductions in flights by the most noxious aircraft will be achieved remains to be seen.

The organizers of the May 1 5K run in East Hampton Village deserve the highest praise.

Profundity and solace from an unlikely source.

These days, “one could do worse than yield to the power of food.” And poetry.

The waters around Sag Harbor and Shelter Island have become incredibly busy in recent years. Adding regular ferry trips seems unwise.

To be of a place, and to be part of a worthy tradition to boot, is to be really blessed.

The brutal reality here is that reasonably priced year-round or even seasonal rooms are essentially nonexistent.