I’m not going to go gentle into that good night.
The East Hampton Star and The Suffolk Times have been the county’s “official” newspapers for their respective towns for about as long as anyone can remember. That was until this year, when the Suffolk Legislature removed them from the list.
The question for voters in the village is whether they think it is healthy or wise to support the mayor’s hand-picked candidates.
Nature on Earth is in a man-made death spiral, but imagine how much faster we would be killing life as we know it if everyone on this fragile orb followed the lead of America’s most “successful.”
It has been clear that because of their refusal to cooperate on effective noise control, the airport interests themselves are forcing the town’s hand.
Countries like Britain, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada, all chagrined by mass shootings at one time or another, have all effectively enacted gun safety laws.
When people complain about tape, most times, it seems to me, they are talking about red. But in my case, my beef is with blue, literally.
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.
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