Opinion

East Hampton Town and Village should give beach parking permits to enrolled members of the Shinnecocks and Montauketts.

An encounter with driveway theft.

Spaghetti-eaters have been scratching their names and initials into the wood paneling at Sam’s Restaurant on Newtown Lane since 1947.

A show for the (restaurant) working stiff.

This year our little church by Accabonac Creek, the Springs Community Presbyterian Church, celebrates its 140th year. I call it one of the great cathedrals of the world.

All one has to do is keep an eye on social media to know that something is wrong in Montauk.

It’s depressing reading about young people’s apathy when it comes to voting.

The eighth hearing in the House of Representatives investigation into the plot to overturn the 2020 presidential election was stunning.

A bunch of us had gone clamming off a boat on Sunday, which was the last I had seen the wallet.

I’m in the camp that believes the deer have got to go.

If East Hampton Village is to go forward with a proposed central business district sewage treatment system, very serious thought must be given to limiting the growth that it would otherwise allow.

A summertime afternoon with the Hamptons Collegiate Baseball League.

All our decades of planning were working to create the family we’d always wanted. Until, late in my pregnancy with our fourth child, a nurse called.

There is no doubt at this point that former President Donald J. Trump knew that there would be violence at the United States Capitol on Jan. 6, 2021. The House select committee that has been looking into that day and what led up to it has presented a string of mostly Republican witnesses as well as documentary evidence that have made clear that Mr. Trump was part of a conspiracy to overthrow the results of the 2020 election.

To O’en, when he’s on the move, everything is new — the quotidian becomes all-absorbing. I envy him that.

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.