Opinion

Suffolk County provides health clinics and low-cost buses for East Enders, but the paradox of a cash crisis UpIsland that will largely be escaped here does point to an unresolved question, whether the five East End towns are so different that their needs would be better served by breaking away and trying something new.

By the numbers, Donald Trump had a better chance of recovery than many Americans. Statistics from across the country show that Black and Latino patients die from Covid-19 disproportionately more than other ethnic groups do.

What exactly does it mean when you can’t finish a book — not once, but over and over again?

With my hat, sunglasses, and N95 mask, I’m even more invisible than a middle-aged, gray-haired woman usually is in America. Not that I mind all that much.

Local governments on the East End are losing hundreds of thousands of dollars in missed revenue by not charging for public parking in some areas.

This column is being written toward sunset from the harbor at Plymouth, Mass. Alone time, something so many of us say we want, is elusive, but I have had time to think this week.

“Cancel” is the word of the year, and not just in the social-shunning sense.

Among the most important races in the Nov. 3 election are those not making headlines, yet a functional American democracy depends on them — the contests for state-level positions.

If Long Island’s Car Free Day was good for anything at all, it was the irony of it coming on a day when Suffolk officials announced that the county’s low-cost bus service could be cut by nearly half.

The airline industry may be on the verge of collapse, but once upon a time pilots were celebrities, dating movie stars, driving fancy cars — hold the autopilot, thank you very much.

President Trump’s three main economic initiatives — tax cuts, tariffs, and deregulation — have turned Washington, D.C., and the country upside down. How has this worked out? Here are some outcomes.

In the economic wake of the novel coronavirus, few things have been more emotional — a roller coaster of concern, inspiration, and worry — than watching friends who own, manage, or work in restaurants struggle and pivot and improvise and roll with the punches in their fight to keep the kitchen fires burning.

It did not take long for the president to shift attention from new and stunning revelations about his tax-avoidance schemes and precarious financial position, as detailed this week in The New York Times.

Since we are all still feeling our way around remote work and online meetings, I thought that I would ask my high school junior for a few tips.

A creeping dread — of finding ourselves homebound again, wearing fuzzy slippers and harassed expressions around the kitchen table, bickering about who ate the last Klondike Bar — has driven me to wallow in as much outdoor time as I possibly can before the temperature falls.

Whether President Trump’s low favorables will hurt him in Suffolk County is a real question, one on which Lee Zeldin’s immediate political future depends.

In remarks last week, Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo talked about the difficult task of allowing businesses to operate during the Covid-19 pandemic.

I was limited to 20-minute segments of highlights over a small laptop screen, but even that couldn’t diminish the pleasures of the Tour de France.

A memorable excursion into independence at Loon Lake in the Adirondacks.

This is a column about poop trucks.

I am extremely bent out of shape about the apparent near-future extinction of the Atlantic right whale.

Water quality projects under consideration appear to be a positive step to protect groundwater and improve conditions in the town’s various waterways and ponds, but we remain concerned about the economic and environmental worth of the projects that the C.P.F. funds.

In an election that will have long-lasting repercussions, voters rejected three East Hampton Village incumbents on Tuesday, instead embracing a message of change.

What happens when your children go back to school after six months of family time at home?

On Sept. 20, 1970, the Free Life took off from Springs on a trans-Atlantic attempt, and something about its story has captured our attention ever since.

We were surprised to learn this week that a planned hospital annex to be built on a site off Pantigo Road would have a staff of just 14.

If I could only get to Abraham’s Path and make it across the railroad tracks without the tire rim shattering, I would be okay.

There was a fair bit more activity in front of the Star office when the Methodist Lane United States Postal Service mailboxes were inaccessible during work on the railroad trestles nearby.

I’ve just come from chasing my son as he set off double-quick for his first day in Mr. Tupper’s fifth-grade class at the John M. Marshall Elementary School.

It took a global pandemic lockdown for me to finally appreciate my father’s lifelong predilection for napping.