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  •     The tick was almost inconceivably small, so small that I put it under the kids’ microscope to be sure. But yes, as the four-power lens focused on it, it was a tick, a thing no larger than the dot from a sharpened pencil.
        The dunes and froggy bogs where we live in Amagansett are tick central and have been especially so this year. Most of the members of the family have been bitten, though I seem to get the worst of it. “Tick checks!” for everyone are required after outdoor play.

  • Plein Democracy
        Alyce Peifer, of the Wednesday Group of plein-air painters, has organized a show of its members’ work that will be at Ashawagh Hall in Springs tomorrow through Sunday. The Wednesday Group is about a dozen artists who live and work on the East End, often meeting together in the outdoors with their easels in locations that are apparently selected by a vote among those planning to attend.

  •     Walking into the Seafood Shop in Wainscott, for a moderately obsessed recreational fisherman like me, brings to mind the fans of the New Orleans Saints in the bad old days, when the team stank so much people in the stands took to wearing paper bags over their heads to avoid embarrassment.

  • “We must never forget the tragedy that happened that September day 10 years ago. Never, never forget.”
  •     The miracle that is September after Labor Day is upon us, and what might have seemed impossible a few weeks ago is now within the realm of possibility.
        A week ago Friday, I had Ellis, our nearly 20-month-old, in the truck, going along on North Main Street in East Hampton. Noticing that the farmers market in the lot next to Nick and Toni’s was open and that there was a parking spot directly across the street, I pulled over.

  •     The tussle over language and local place names has entered my own house, with my elder daughter announcing this week that she had taken a singing lesson in the Springs. I shuddered. As anyone who grew up here can tell you, it’s Springs, not “the” Springs, but my daughter doesn’t believe me.

  •     Monday morning’s helicopter traffic at East Hampton Airport began at about 6:12, at least according to the clock on my computer screen.

  • Fallen trees, water damage seem to be the worst of it; power remains out for thousands on the East End
  •     At 6 a.m. Sunday, Hurricane Irene's top sustained winds had decreased to near 75 miles per hour, according to the National Hurricane Center.

        As the leading edge of the huge storm reached eastern Long Island during the night, a little drizzle gave way to heavier rain, and wind that was beginning to bend the oaks in the woods between Sag Harbor and East Hampton. Lightning could be seen coming from the upper cloud layers. Trees were beginning to fall, with a report of a tree down in Noyac that cut power to some residents.

  • Irene's new predicted course is strikingly similar to that said to have been taken by the 1938 Hurricane, which killed an estimated 600 people.

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