Opinion

Building is out of control in the Town of East Hampton and is changing cherished neighborhoods in the blink of an eye.

A podcast explores the collaborative process of making a story.

Mike Gordon was a dear friend I had met on the softball field in Bridgehampton. The melding of machismo and kindness in one man was irresistible.

In 2015, when East Hampton Village officials took on a growing trend of extra-large residential basements, their concern was that the extra living space brought with it a range of complications.

When you hear corporate titans and the 1 percent rail that the Democrats’ efforts to revive the middle class in this country are “socialistic,” remember what the founding fathers said.

Too often we define ourselves by what we aspire to, rather than what we already have.

Remarkably, the arguments in favor of keeping East Hampton Airport in operation were generally without substance.

Any and all concerned with East Hampton Airport will have an opportunity tonight at 7 to say just how they feel.

The public is not invited. That is the message of a recent East Hampton Village Board decision to go from holding meetings twice each month to just once.

Thoughts on fandom, time-wasting, and the “refreshment factor.”

This Sunday marks a new, overdue, and outright joyous event in Hamptons history: the launch of its first organization devoted exclusively to Pride.

It’s up to us, to our inner drive, not to school ties or pedagogical assessments, as to whether we straighten up and fly right.

So-called spot zoning is illegal in New York State, which made a recent East Hampton Town Planning Board decision to recommend just that a head-scratcher.

Each busy season here has its own characteristics.

In seventh grade at the East Hampton Middle School, our math teacher taught us how to balance a checkbook by having us each run an imaginary store.

The death of Devesh Samtani, an 18-year-old summer visitor who had been struck by a car while walking on the side of the road in Amagansett at night last month, was an avoidable tragedy.

Ranking states in terms of corruption is difficult, but if it were possible New York certainly could claim a top position.

In Netflix’s “The Chair,” one of the backdrops is declining enrollment at a small liberal arts college, and an English department, if not an entire discipline, in existential crisis.

After a decade of renewed participation in Jewish life, I see the new year celebration not as a misplaced jolt of spirituality but as an integral part of the religious calendar, a culminating event and a fresh beginning.

“I almost got court-martialed for wearing frayed cutoff shorts like that,” I said to Ed Hollander in the early going of the recent Artists-Writers Softball Game.

This is one of those years when nature has looked with favor on the East End, providing us with a beach plum harvest for the ages.

A three-way conversation that I had by chance over the weekend inadvertently got to the root of something that underlies a lot of conflict here — resistance to change.

The United States was never going to win in Afghanistan.

A storm’s merely glancing blow leaves a parent free to focus on a daughter’s wrenching departure for college.

I remember vividly the first Moby-Dick Marathon reading at my bookshop in Sag Harbor. Some 38 years ago — June 16, 1983, to be exact.

Perhaps the calamitous end to the endless war in Afghanistan will finally persuade us that a liberal democracy cannot be grafted through force of arms onto other societies.

One warning sign is that the present town board is not to be trusted when it comes to recreational or environmentally significant areas.

One of the things that was supposed to get us through the Covid-19 lockdowns was learning something new.

Do you want to know what year people stopped smiling and saying “hello” as they passed one another on the sidewalks of East Hampton? That would be the year of our Lord 1994.

In what could be the first of sweeping relaxation of zoning laws, the East Hampton Village Board last week made it easier for the owners of large properties to get more of what they apparently wanted.