Opinion

I had received an upgrade to ride the Hampton Jitney’s Ambassador coach, and was looking forward to a snack and some relaxation to the old-school music of my iTunes playlist. No such luck.

With the coming retirement of State Senator Kenneth P. LaValle, eastern Long Island voters have a renewed opportunity to gain a more active and responsive representative in the New York Legislature’s upper chamber.

Two matters for voters to decide in the form of propositions are included on the Nov. 3 ballots for most Suffolk residents. The first would lengthen the term of office for county legislators. The second would allow the county to avoid repaying money it borrowed from a sewer-tax reserve fund. We recommend “no” votes on both propositions.

It is about 30 miles in a more or less straight line from Point Judith, R.I., to the Montauk Inlet. My friend Jameson and I made the crossing Saturday, sailing Cerberus to its new home.

I am only too happy to revisit Midtown. I will never see another youthful dawn in Alphabet City, but there will always be Macy’s.

Can we talk? About, oh, the pointlessness of Supreme Court confirmation hearings?

The New York governor’s persona intrigues me, and I draw on my love for Italian cinema to explore my fascination with him.

When white Americans talk about a “second civil war” there can be no mistaking their meaning — a return to a divided society with men at the top and Black Americans and other segments of the population at the bottom.

Suffolk County provides health clinics and low-cost buses for East Enders, but the paradox of a cash crisis UpIsland that will largely be escaped here does point to an unresolved question, whether the five East End towns are so different that their needs would be better served by breaking away and trying something new.

One of the many things that struck me on my recent and ongoing sail from Marblehead, Mass., to East Hampton is how accommodating the communities on the other side of the water are to passing boaters, especially as compared to Long Island.

Last week, a production crew from a PBS show called “Legacy List” landed on Edwards Lane to film an episode — starring my house, my family, and the contents of my attic, basement, and barn.

Streaming television is supposed to be sleek and high-tech, but its nether reaches remind me of the old UHF channels.