There’s still much to learn no matter how old you get

The November afternoon is surprisingly, wonderfully warm, and at Park Avenue I turn south

“It’s a Yogi Berra thing,”

A sense that the town is at an existential crossroads between those who live here and those who hope to cash in.

We’ll never make Springs Saga­ponack no matter how hard we try

Zombies, with their filthy hair, bulging eyes, tattered clothes, and bloody scars all over their faces, are very scary

The irony is that signs designating public places Bias-Free Zones were initiated by the town’s Anti-Bias Task Force, whose intent was to promote civility

The house, which stands on Main Street overlooking the East Hampton Village Green, is ancient and storied

It seems everybody’s ready to “move on” these days

I envisioned myself walking along the edge of the surf, accompanied by a canine pal