Opinion

What happens now that East Hampton Airport is under local control remains unclear despite years of talk. This is a sharp disappointment.

A public education debate has been raging between cursive and printing enthusiasts for several decades now.

The older I get, the less happy I am about the dark afternoons. Sunset brings us down. We have to fight, fight against the dying of the light.

It was predictable that just as the first Tesla electric car-charging station appeared in East Hampton Village people would grumble.

Funny that it took my daughter heading up and over to college in western New York for me to at last appreciate the state I grew up in.

In one of the more heavily debated purchases of its kind in recent years, East Hampton Town will soon close on the purchase of less than two wooded acres off Green Hollow and Buckskill Roads.

Walking the dog was fine. Tennis was fine. Life was fine. Until Labor Day, when my knee blew up like a balloon. So what do you recommend, doc?

Every morning is a double espresso kind of morning around this ranch — the Double-Bar-E Crazy Ranch on Edwards Lane.

Trouble this year within the web of suppliers that bring goods from manufacturers to retailers has made holiday buying fraught.

There were 18 here the other night, and now, as is the case most of the year, just the two of us and O’en.

Eighty years ago this month, the mayor of the Village of East Hampton issued an urgent plea: An important piece of early American history was in danger of being lost.

Other than everyone in masks on the plane, there was nothing much out of the ordinary about Alaska Air Flight 458. It seemed strange to travel again, being the first time that I had been aboard an aircraft since 2019. For the most part, passengers followed the rules, but there were a few people in the section around seat 18D who needed repeated reminders from the flight attendants to “Cover your nose.”