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   September comes, and like many others, I find myself almost subconsciously taking stock of the preceding months. The impulse may have roots in an agrarian past, idealized perhaps, in which we counted up the season’s harvests,...
   Amid all the acrimonious and confusing debate about health care as election rhetoric rises to a fever pitch, one fact is indisputable:     Medicaid “is the only safety net for millions of middle-class people...
   A black guy walks in to a high-end hair salon in the Hamptons. . . .     That’s as far as I’ve gotten in my attempt to formulate a joke about my experience. But maybe it’s funny enough as it is.
   It’s high summer and I’m apologizing about once or twice a week to people whom I’ve slighted either by commission or omission.     What was it a sports psychologist told me once? That the pros didn...
   On Monday evening at a picnic at Long Beach in that neither-here-nor-there world between North Haven and Noyac, there was a nearly constant rumble in the western sky. As the sun set, commercial helicopters, one after the other, raced...
   On Friday morning as Labor Day weekend began, we were unfortunately — in Penn Station. Why had we done something so foolish, you may ask? We had a date in New York the night before and had somehow messed up the Jitney...
   The other day, much to my astonishment, our two absolutely indoor cats fetched up with fleas.     I know there was no winter last year, and I know that makes a difference, but in 12 years of indoor cats and human feet...
   Now I know what these people have been writing about all summer.     The other night, playing in a doubles league at the East Hampton Indoor-Tennis Club across the street from East Hampton Airport, there was an...
   If you happen to have been on The Star’s Web site during the past few days, you might have noticed that an Aug. 16 story about a satirical film about the Ditch Plain surf scene circa 2012 was lingering at the top of the most-...