Opinion

A strong showing of former N.C.A.A. Division 3 runners at this year’s Cow Harbor 10K in Northport.

On the wonder of good radio, and a goodbye to a favorite D.J. of the past three decades.

A bill introduced in the New York Assembly earlier this year, the Technology, Education, Arts Through Media Act (the TEAM NY Act), would modernize the way public-access channels are funded.

A tip, and a dinghy found.

There was a spot at the Nature Trail, between David’s Lane and Huntting Lane, that used to be popular with delinquents.

Bad feelings coming out of recent citizens advisory committee meetings should call into question what exactly the committees’ roles are.

Into the unsavory world of oppo research.

Looking anew at Fredric Wertham’s “Seduction of the Innocent.”

As chief economist for three New York City comptrollers, I tracked the economic damage of both the 1993 and the 2001 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and contributed to official reports following both events.

Thoughts of my missing dinghy.

In the age of A.I., I’m Team Human.

Uber drivers are doing a service for people here, but many have come from hours away and have nowhere to rest or relieve themselves.

The frequency with which we see humpback whales here may be diluting our grasp of just how intensely endangered are some other types, like the right whale. 

A summer without bill-spiking air-conditioning. Let’s discuss.

In praise of the man who turned a wimpy play, the drop shot, into poetry.

I have bad luck with dinghies.

As a then-New Yorker I was a part of a spontaneous and unsung public response to the civic emergency on 9/11, and this response has not been described in literature.

Suffolk County alone had at least 16 e-bike or e-scooter crashes with serious injuries in 2025 and two deaths. 

The college drop-off doesn’t get any easier.

I was elated. If did a 10K in 41:31, breaking 40 would be a piece of cake. The difference was only 1:31, which seemed like nothing. Little did I realize I had reached my limit.

In threatening to wield the big stick of federal money, Nick LaLota gets government backward.

The Hampton Lifeguard Association has joined the push to gather public support for House Resolution 1188, which calls on Congress to recognize open-water lifeguards as official “emergency response providers.”

How is it okay for a catering dude to dump still-smoldering charcoal into a hole dug in the beach?

I was raised by wolves. And Barbara Stanwyck.

Weird Al Yankovic resurfaces.

As a lifelong anxious, reluctant, and fearful ocean swimmer, the thought of spending my Saturday and Sunday mornings running in and out of the ocean sounded overwhelming. No, terrifying.

Never has there been such gridlock. Never have other drivers demonstrated such audacity.

I was Patient Zero — at least in the Northeast, I believe. Long before the bite of a lone star tick was discovered to trigger an allergy to meat in humans, my case was an oddity, so strange in fact that I was once included in a morning television segment about people with weird reactions to certain foods. 

There is a theory that human society emerged at the water’s edge, that early humans, gathering by water sources, learned to forge bonds of truce or negotiate between groups around this shared resource. They had to.

East Hampton Village has a Flock problem.