Frank Danielo, a part-time resident of Lazy Point, Amagansett, who had summered in Amagansett from the time he was a child and was the treasurer of the Napeague Mobile Home Park, died on Sept. 10 at St. Francis Hospital in Roslyn.
Barbara Ann Herber Jordan of East Hampton, who immersed herself in local campaigns for affordable housing and other social causes, died at the age of 81 on Sept. 6 at San Simeon by the Sound in Greenport.
Peter Brian Schaefer of East Hampton died on Aug. 27 at Stony Brook University Hospital of injuries suffered in a fall two days earlier while he was out to dinner with his family in Southampton. He was 32.
John B. Olszewski, who had moved in June from Saratoga Springs, N.Y., to West Palm Beach, Fla., died at Good Samaritan Hospital there on Aug. 22 of prostate cancer.
Cheryl O. Lewis of East Hampton, who was born at Southampton Hospital, worked there as a nurse’s aide, and died there on Sept. 3, was a woman of deep faith, her sister, Gail Harris, said this week, always keeping a Bible with her.
The East Hampton Village Trustees appear willing to listen to ideas about how to lessen leaf-blower noise. However, as the board considers what primarily is an annoyance, it should also think about a safety problem on village streets — massive landscaping trailers parked in the lanes of travel as workers tend to adjacent properties.
While we were thinking about leaf blowers, we learned that East Hampton Town’s elected officials may be about to reinstitute free leaf pickup service in some form or other. This is an exciting prospect for residents, many of whom sorely missed the old program after it was eliminated in 2011.
“The Affair,” a cable television series mostly set in and around Montauk, has been back in town lately, shooting scenes for its fifth season. For the most part, the filming has drawn little notice.
Because Helen Harrison is an expert on 20th-century Ame­rican art and has written about it, her latest book should not have come as a surprise. On the other hand, what would your reaction have been upon first encountering her first work of fiction, a paperback novel called “An Exquisite Corpse,” with a cover drawing of a figure wearing a dark mask...
A week ago Sunday at Accabonac Harbor for a picnic, I announced to a friend that I was going to set off to search the shoreline for Native American stone tools. I had gotten excited about the prospect looking at images from the Montauk Indian Museum of arrowheads and other things picked up on the beach here and there. “I’ll be back shortly,” I...
So there we were in Pittsburgh, my eldest daughter and I, and she said why not go by the old house I had told her my mother and I had lived in, when I was 10 and she was 34, beginning again after a painfully sad divorce.
I think of the 24 years since I moved full time to the South Fork as a coming home of sorts . . . the first one in 1993, the second one more recent.

By Bruce Buschel, a writer, producer, director, and restaurateur who lives in Bridgehampton.