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   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.
   My gal pal and I spent almost the whole hour it takes us to walk from the Star office to Main Beach and back on Monday talking about — what else — food.  Not food in general, of course, but specific to our Thanksgiving...
   When our lights went out the second time, during the northeaster, Mary said if Obama hadn’t won she really would have been depressed.    
   The story goes that when I was a little girl of about 4 or 5 I went next door to a neighbor’s house and asked if she would sell me two pieces of bread for a nickel. The woman of the house was worried that we had no food and my...
   Among the rewards of small-town newspapering are the little tidbits you learn about things that are not really news but are fascinating or amusing or heartbreaking nonetheless.     On the serious side of the ledger,...
   Thanks to guys from Woburn, Mass., we got our power back on the afternoon of Sunday, Nov. 4. As for our own utility, I sighted my first LIPA trucks on Nov. 7 (the first day of the northeaster) heading up Three Mile Harbor Road —...
   How can any of us go about our daily lives as if nothing had happened? We learn to look away from, if not entirely ignore, human suffering in other parts of the world, but it ought not to be possible to act inured to disaster closer to...