Opinion

Does it astonish you that there is a ferry in service today on the Long Island Sound that landed in France on D-Day?

Juneteenth, the new national holiday marking the end of slavery as an institution in the United States, came and went in East Hampton Town and Village with only slight notice.

What began as a simple college website search sends a dad into a tech tailspin.

The release of the Netflix mini-series “Halston” coincided with my discovery of a letter I’d written to a friend in Europe in early 1978 and never sent, containing my firsthand account of a busy Friday night when the designer played a starring role.

Research does not support the idea that marijuana is performance-diminishing.

As the arguments against dramatically changing or even closing East Hampton Airport are whittled away, a last resort is emerging, that there are too many wealthy people here for that to happen.

Sharks have arrived here, and not just the sort able to think that parking among the dead is okay.

If I think about it, I’m at my happiest around a bonfire, on the beach.

A third Covid-19 surge is now expected as a the stronger Delta variant reaches the unvaccinated portion of the United States population.

Here in Noyac, for some reason I’ve been overlooking nearby Long Beach, and was surprised it took me till the second weekend in July to appreciate it in a way I haven’t since the days of the Oasis.

Thoughts on “The Potato Book,” a droll, tongue-in-cheek time capsule of a book with a 1970s warning in Truman Capote’s foreword.

East Hampton Village residents may want to begin keeping an eye on Newtown Lane and Railroad Avenue, where a large-scale luxury townhouse complex could one day soon replace the brick building where Mary’s Marvelous is.

If I were sermonizing, I’d write one on the folly of self-abasement, self-doubt, self-mortification, self-flagellation, and self-loathing.

Retail sales of recreational marijuana, or pot or, as the growing industry prefers it, cannabis, are not quite there yet on the East End, but got closer last week with a split vote of the Riverhead Town Board.

Shortly after Lyman Beecher’s wife, Roxana, bore their first child, Drusilla Crook was brought to the household to take care of the baby — she was 5 years old, “a colored girl,” Beecher wrote in his autobiography.

I believe nothing is more depressing than the “festival” of “fun” that goes on at Hershey’s Chocolatetown in Pennsylvania.

Let’s say something positive about leaf blowers for a change, shall we?

There was a time not that long ago when closing the airport was not something mentioned in public; now it is among the options.

What has happened to Montauk is a shame.

Never mind the backups, jam-ups, and clogged (traffic) arteries, the quality of driving itself has taken a nosedive.

Throughout this past year, for reasons that are not entirely clear to me, I have returned again and again to the lyrical prose of Peter Matthiessen’s “The Tree Where Man Was Born.”

The goose that lays the golden egg is on life support.

Decades ago, a movement to build a bypass skirting the hamlets and villages on Montauk Highway was beaten back. I wonder what the naysayers would think if they could see 2021.

Did you see the New York Times piece this weekend about a pro-laziness movement led by a factory dropout from Zhejiang Province, China?

It is an indication of Trumpism’s tragic grip on the Republican Party that Lee Zeldin could be considered the presumptive nominee in a bid for governor of the State of New York.

Contrary to assumption, East Hampton Airport is not nearly as economically important as it was said to be in the past.

A good time was had by all at Pierson High School's graduation ceremony — Fred Thiele in particular. 

July Fourth is a celebration of independence, and these are the reflections of an alumnus of the ’60s, the era of freedom.

East Hampton will never build its way out of its housing crisis.

On Father’s Day my daughter said I was a happy person, and that that fact was probably the greatest gift I could have bestowed upon my children.