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   Bedtime comes early this time of the year, or at least we try. I’m up an hour before the kids have to be out of bed to get a couple of ounces of coffee down before trying to cajole them into their clothes, to brush their teeth, to...
   That the South Fork is part of the greater metropolitan area rather than the rural place we used to think it was has become almost impossible to deny. You get the message from conspicuous consumption, both in the size and shape of many...
   BookHampton has a daily quiz now, and so I thought why oughtn’t I to have one too.     Which Shakespearean characters said:     1. “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers....
   “Tashi delek.”    The words, mumbled while fishing for coins in my pocket, surprise me, though it was I that had uttered them.     New London, Thanksgiving Day, 11:30 a.m. I’ve allowed so...
   Sharp criticism greeted the New York Post editors’ decision this week to put a photograph of a man about to be struck and killed by a subway train on the cover of the Tuesday edition. The image presented the Post with a dilemma...
   More than 43 million Americans are said to have traveled at least 50 miles to celebrate Thanksgiving, and among them were four members of our family, including two grandchildren, who live in Nova Scotia. Two other grandkids were in...
   Mary had been after me to change my voice mail message, which, she said, aside from being boring, was way too long.     Allen, our neighbor, said, in a message he left, that it was the funniest thing he’d ever...
    We were stopped in traffic on the way to Sag Harbor a few weeks ago when a car pulled up alongside.     “Hey,” the driver shouted. “Do you want to sell that car?”     “...
   Life on the beach is a temporary proposition. This I learned from my father, who was old enough in 1938 to remember the hurricane that ripped across Long Island and became the one by which all others here are measured.