Opinion

Lee Zeldin was a House of Representatives back-bencher until Donald Trump announced his bid for president.

Back-of-the-ballot measures asking for a “yes” or “no” after a block of intentionally confounding text were never a good way for government to function.

There’s more going on than you’d think at Sunken Meadow come state qualifier time.

So what did Joseph DiSunno do about having no oil in his truck as the Germans closed in?

I quit Facebook years ago, convinced that, despite the happy patina, it was by and large a medium for meanness, for back-stabbing, name-calling, ganging-up, and worse.

Moving beyond the endless talk of how hard it is to find a place to live here on an ordinary income, the East Hampton schools aim to do something about it.

Doing the storms, the worst rot I found was on windows less than 20 years old made of junk wood and not intended to last.

In the mid-1970s, Promised Land was like the wilderness of the Bible.

Landscaping rigs are getting bigger and more numerous by the day.

All legislation held hostage? There’s gotta be another way.

Over the course of 15 years running a registered charter fishing boat and taking people out to Montauk Point, I have issued five official mayday distress calls and sunk two boats — with customers on them.

The Democratic establishment victory in the election that ended Tuesday was the expected outcome, but while the winners savor the moment, they must also realize that it is well past time to get moving in a number of areas.

“What difference does it make, really, when we’re floating around in space in a hostile universe?”

The Bridgehampton citizens group has dissolved and come back as an independent community watchdog. This is probably how it should have been all along.

We in the news business have to be sure to walk the information over to where readers are, and not expect all of them to come to us.

I myself don’t believe in specters, but this is a true story.

Voters should think hard and ask themselves if one-party control is a good thing.

“Us,” the PBS mini-series that ran on “Masterpiece” — every married couple should see it.

What is it about Sag Harbor that brings out the spirits?

Yesterday, in the throes of a flushed feeling of unease, “a full-body tingling” that seems to occur monthly whose cause has yet to be determined by the cardiologists — that it doesn’t happen every night when the NewsHour’s on can be counted a blessing — I answered “not very well” when asked, casually, how I was feeling.

Maintaining a status quo in East Hampton Town should not be an option, no matter who wins the important board election that concludes on Tuesday.

For many of us, the windstorm that lingered from Tuesday into Wednesday brought to mind 2012 and Superstorm Sandy, which paralyzed the Northeast. Oct. 28 of that year had been still and warm enough that two of the Rattray children had gone swimming at the copper-gold end of the day.

Many times over the last 13 years, since my daughter arrived home at the age of 1, I’ve wanted to astonish everyone with my own list of all the tasks and errands I accomplish daily. I can hardly believe, myself, that I wake up by 6:30, and not infrequently by 5:45 a.m., in order to begin the varied and often esoteric chores of momming, from goldfish-feeding to trumpet-renting.

Early voting begins on Saturday, and Rick Drew’s name will appear on the Independence Party ballot line. He deserves a close look.

Best diner ever.

Because I can physically see the work getting done as I rake, I view things with a beneficence I can’t summon in life’s more static moments.

Sadly for those who want quick noise relief from East Hampton Airport, a majority of the town board does not appear eager to make any changes right away.

We should see our history whole, not just cherry-pick the good parts.

It was a proud father moment for me watching the East Hampton Village Board meeting two weeks ago.

We have entered red-pickup season.