Opinion

Two stories about good Samaritans in this week's paper and another heard around the office serve as reminders to heartily thank the lifesavers, first responders, and CPR trainers among us.

The water table is very close to the surface here in much of the village and, as the climate changes and the rains increase, it’s only rising.

We have to listen to the data and the scientists, and what science is telling us now is that the earth is getting hot as hell.

It’s a rare thing to be part of an all-female crew on a sailboat, and yet that’s where I found myself in the middle of Noyac Bay.

The marsh has been underwater more often this year than the last. I suspect that sea level rise has a lot to do with it.

The “Noyack” spelling has strength, certainty. It amounts to a tribute, and it looks good.

Goodbye to a wonderful citizen who, faithfully, week in and week out, wrote hundreds of letters to the editor of his local paper.

According to federal statistics, child drownings continue to be the leading cause of death among children from 1 to 4 years old.

Down the road I found a cream-colored, brown-speckled pony staked to a post in a farmer's yard. He was stunted, thick-barreled, short-necked. My stack of bills and quarters was enough, and a horsewoman was born.

Footing is simply shuffling along in the water, toes in the sand or mud, feeling for the characteristic immobility and sharp edges of a clam alive in its shell.

A dip at Noyac's Long Beach gives rise to thoughts of where a guy's been, and what's been happening on the South Fork over the last two decades.

In a resort community like ours, there are beach days . . . and then there are days when there is, as the kids complain, "nothing to do."