Opinion

As the recreational boating season hurries to a close here in the Northeast, my ideas of a summer spent at least part of the time afloat on Cerberus slip away.

One of the indignities of getting older is having hair that will no longer express your personality in a way that adequately represents who you think you are, deep down. Our hair betrays us with age.

From the Springs dog park to dogs on the beach, we have been fielding a lot of letters about dog controversies lately.

Make an appointment now. The Centers for Disease Control says you probably need to get a flu shot by Halloween.

When a county investigator instantly “gets,” and appreciates, a just-deceased family member.

Around 9, cars start pulling up and guys meander onto the field, one by one, groggy and disheveled, animated by caffeine and muscle memory. They soft-toss and take B.P. and let the weight of the week rise into the morning mist.

The Springs School District is proposing a change to its safety plan regarding lockdown drills, and it’s a smart and necessary change in protocol.

We get a lot of questions from readers here. It is, after all, a local newspaper.

If you’ve never been to the Shinnecock Indian Nation’s annual powwow on Labor Day weekend, here’s your chance.

Good times on the jumbotron as the New York Metropolitans get the ballpark rocking on $5 Tuesday.

When are our words about a garden, and when are they about our relationship?

While the demands made on local services and infrastructure are real, little of the short-term rental income remains in the community.

As far as seasonal pursuits like swimming, sailing, and eating white corn go, we plan to continue to pretend it’s still summer up through October, but otherwise, an early autumn sounds great.

If she becomes president, Kamala Harris could be the last of the baby boom generation to occupy the Oval Office.

My ballet teacher was Gordon Peavy, who had his studio in the Odd Fellows Hall on Newtown Lane, above what is now the Chanel store.

This is the time for all South Forkers to make sure hurricane preparations have been made.

Happy happy joy joy! It’s hard to shake the Games of Paris.

A tricky procedure, but one that will undoubtedly take a weight off your shoulders.

Village officials should be prepared for scrutiny regarding the 18th-century house on Main Street that had until recently been home to the East Hampton Historical Society.

The town board’s discussion of a planned center for senior citizens took an important turn last week when the question arose of whether the $28 million project could also provide badly needed emergency shelter space.

From where I sit with a view of Main Street, two things about this summer strike me: the numerous westbound traffic backups and the people peering in The Star’s front windows.

The addicting thing about Disney World is that it is as complex and elaborate an alternate reality as a video-game artificial universe like World of Warcraft or Legend of Zelda.

When insects attack.

It’s hard to forget the surprising togetherness and making-do of New Yorkers plunged into darkness in the worst power outage in American history.

Seven curious, smart, spirited high school students have been taking part in our Star Summer Academy these last two weeks, learning what it takes to become a newspaper reporter.

Our roads are more dangerous now than ever before. There are more cars, and an explosion in popularity of e-bikes and powered scooters demands that local officials act swiftly to reduce the danger.

And it was not even particularly good coffee.

Notes from the East Hampton Library’s Authors Night.

It seems we must plead with beachgoers to stop leaving giant bags of garbage and other bulky discards in the general vicinity of the trash cans at the beach.

Fifty Augusts ago, you’d have seen a lot more sailboats and power boats, and more water skiers, if you went down to Gardiner’s Bay to do a head count.