Opinion

The National Warplane Museum in Geneseo triggers (in a good way) one non-pilot.

Thoughts on a neighborhood spraying of pesticides, weekly through the end of December.

Should a gun club be allowed to exist in East Hampton in 2024? 

The far right, in its weird obsession with gender, sees Proposition 1 and the Equal Rights Amendment only through a distorted lens of students and sports.

Deer are rapidly adapting to their new reality and doing things they never did before.

I’m a believer in the veil of distraction. It seems to me blatantly obvious that Karl Marx was correct on that score, anyway.

Only 19 days remain until the presidential election on Nov. 5. If you haven’t registered to vote, we urge you to do it now. 

That’s funny, he doesn’t seem like a Nobel winner. (A trip to John Steinbeck’s water-encircled Sag Harbor compound.)

In 2017, the Republican Congress capped the State and Local Tax (SALT) deduction. Then-President Trump eagerly signed it. This cap has severely hit Suffolk residents’ net income and the region’s economy.   

There was something especially heartening about the universal awe and enthusiasm that greeted last Thursday’s rare northern lights display here. 

The phrase “fifth column” came into common use during the Spanish Civil War.

Is the vocabulary of the average American contracting?

From the moment we heard about an East Hampton Village government dream of owning some or all of the Main Street inns we were wary, which might be an understatement.

Lying in politics is not confined to a single political party, nor is it new, but this does not mean that the very real dangers it can lead to can be ignored.

Adventures in scrap metal.

The Hampton Jitney’s video of tips and rules sends a regular rider over the edge.

It’s heartening to see the revival of Bonac football, a tradition that dates back to 1923, and at Herrick Park, no less.

Get out your garlands: The East Hampton Star Holiday Spirit decorating contest debuts in November.

Thoughts on the popularity of e-bikes.

I’ve never owned a car I truly loved.

Hurricane Helene’s path from the Gulf of Mexico to Appalachia is a stunning reminder of how little separates much of the United States from massive weather disasters.

A straight father of three sings the praises of Judy Garland.

The Patchogue-Medford High School class of 1962 gathers, and a novelist gets to thinking.

Judging by the relative calm on Main Street at midweek since Labor Day, East Hampton’s population has returned to the seasonal, weekend-versus-midweek, boom-and-bust pattern of pre-Covid-19 days.

Thousands, if not tens of thousands, of what looked like little tropical fish-tank fish were swimming near the surface.

Emails from colleges drift in and pile up in my daughter’s email inbox — and my own email inbox — like the falling leaves of the sugar maple and the red oak.

We salute the people who make the elections run so well in difficult times.

Feeding the beast: On the 800-pound gorilla that is the National Football League.

It can happen here: Applying a professor’s Tourism Area Life Cycle metric is revealing, bordering on bracing.

In honor of the official start of autumn on Sunday, we have a few specific suggestions for making the most of every moment of your favorite month.