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I received two suspicious emails in a row that weren’t connected with anything I recognized

“I do a lot of my socializing at the dump,”

A vehicle followed me slowly with its headlights on, lighting my path up the dark lane

It is likely that the fabrications on Facebook and elsewhere thrived in part in a vacuum left by the diminished condition of state and local coverage

“Ad astrum per aspera"

Shelter Island welcomed me with the charming feel of a New England seaside village

We take a leaf from the first Thanksgiving by keeping everything — as we have done since long, long before “locavore” became a word — local and homemade

Leo the pig, sharply affronted by the temperature in the house, let his feelings be known by knocking over my favorite wooden chair and then standing close to the hearth

An amiable genius of gentle good humor

The network gave, and gives to this day, a voice to those who may not have been ready for prime time, but had a point of view nonetheless.