Subconsciously, as has long been the case with Christmas, I may want Thanksgiving to just go away.
Subconsciously, as has long been the case with Christmas, I may want Thanksgiving to just go away.
If you might excuse the cliché, Nathaniel Dominy IV is probably turning in his grave over what has gone on lately with his windmills.
Like many men, Ron, a pack-a-day smoker, had gone years without visiting a doctor.
Georgians appeared determined to have their say on the runoff between Senator Raphael Warnock and his Republican challenger, Herschel Walker, despite intentional roadblocks to their participation.
Gristmill: Problems With PlumbingA failed home repair has a columnist fondly recalling life without running water.
Guestwords: The Real ThanksgivingWas it a quirk of history or the hand of God that brought Squanto and William Bradford together?
Help with paying for heating by way of HEAP can make lives easier in winter for the poorest residents.
Once again, people are asking us what the heck is wrong with Town Pond.
A lawsuit on behalf of the family of two women killed in a Noyac house fire in August points correctly to the complicity of local governments in a massive, often unsafe, and effectively unregulated housing economy.
Evidently, there is “a more brotherly mood” abroad in the nation than I had thought.
I have a visual memory of the recipe for oysters Rattray in my mother’s handwriting on a piece of paper tucked into a cookbook.
And now you will be treated, reader, to the boring column in which I describe the circumstances in which I finally caught Covid-19.
One giant preservation puzzle remains to be solved: What to do about Plum Island.
Sunday was opening day in East Hampton Town waters for scallop harvesting, and, while there were some to be found, the haul for those who braved the wind and rain was about what was expected — poor.
Only in the topsy-turvy world of government could an honest effort by a town to reduce noise and air pollution be required to submit to an analysis of such a move’s negative effect on the environment.
Gristmill: Five Girls RunningIt was one all-stater and a strong finish for the Pierson girls cross-country team at the New York State championship meet in Vernon.
The Nov. 3 vote in the Sag Harbor School District to approve buying five lots near the high school with C.P.F. help was significant. It forces all of us to rethink what preservation means for the East End.
People, it seems, have been voting against their best interests for years, since Reagan proselytized on behalf of trickle-down economics, which turned out not to raise all boats, just yachts.
Cerberus came out of the water last week, formally ending my sailing season.
The Shipwreck Rose: The DreamNotes from a five-night film festival at sea, sponsored by the Turner Classic Movies channel.
With the approval of a new .5-percent tax on most real estate sales for affordable housing, there is a serious risk of misuse and political influence taking precedence over sound decision-making.
Guestwords: Fork Play: Remembering Gael GreeneAs New York magazine’s pioneering “Insatiable Critic” and the first foodie, a term she coined, Gael Greene made dining out a sensual experience to be savored.
They say it’s “the beautiful game,” and yet some teams that play soccer in a less beautiful, even ugly fashion, can win as often as not — as Half Hollow Hills West did here on Halloween — through untrammeled will.
Out of seemingly nowhere, on Monday my 12-year-old told me in no uncertain terms that I was not allowed to vote for anyone who was not “a minority.”
One of my great pleasures is perusing old cookbooks to see how people ate and entertained in other eras.
East Hampton Town needs to make clear what it is up to in buying a nearly 19-acre piece of vacant land off East Lake Drive in Montauk.
The scope of what will happen if the Republican Party takes control of the House is mind-boggling.
The Group of 7 has decided to cap the price it will pay for Russian oil. There may be lessons for that challenge in U.S. history, from World War I to the coal wars of 1922.
This would be a good Hallowe’en to be visited by ghouls and ghosts because the Mohs surgery I’ve had lately has prompted Mary to sing “My Funny Frankenstein” from time to time.
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