Opinion

I got to know Simon Perchik — prolific poet, friend, disputator, World War II vet — when he was barechested and in boxer shorts.

We’re going to get petty this week, reader. Let’s get trifling. Let’s talk about signage.

A hearty “Well done!” is owed the many hands who made Friday’s opening of the revamped and superb Lars Simenson Skatepark in Montauk possible.

Where meanness, which surfaces every now and then, comes from I don’t know.

Step outside of the East Hampton Star building on Main Street on a summer day and there is a very high probability that a private jet will be overhead.

People who leave vehicles running when not necessary are creating real health and environmental dangers.

I must say, in retrospect, that if the coronavirus were still raging, Authors Night would have been a good place to catch it.

As August rolls to a leisurely close, a minor mystery has returned to my neighborhood: the Cranberry Hole Road banana bandit is back after a long absence. 

There is no end to the big ideas for high-profile locations.

Shades of Jimmy Carter, the part of my hair suddenly switched sides.

Alaska's crabs have gone missing and climate change is the prime suspect.

I've had some amusing experiences while passing stones. Have you?