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   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...

    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?”
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   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...

   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...