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  • The East Hampton Town Historic Records Project, a collaboration between the town and the East Hampton Library’s Long Island Collection, has scanned and preserved a trove of rare archival materials.
  • “I am one of the only people in town who can do almost anything,” Bob Linker said the other day. “You bring me your brass, bronze, your grandfather’s knickknack, and I’ll fix it.”
  • A kaleidoscope of color: white, yellow, salmon, orange, red, purple, and every shade of pink imaginable in an East Hampton garden.
  • For the time being, “there’s a shortage of buyers and a lot of overpricing. Prices must come down," Peter Turino, the president of Brown Harris Stevens in the Hamptons, told a crowd at East Hampton Library.
  • A forthcoming addition to the municipal parking lot behind Amagansett Main Street was the focus of Monday night’s meeting of the hamlet’s citizens advisory committee.
  • The message on the iPhone was from my son-in-law, a wildlife biologist who spends his days worrying about biodiversity, habitat, and endangered creatures in the farther reaches of Washington State, and rarely if ever emails or texts unless I’ve written first, which I had.
  • Rabbi Sheldon Zimmerman is leaving East Hampton after 10 years to return to Dallas, where he will lecture in the department of Jewish studies at Southern Methodist University.
  • Way out on Napeague, tucked in on the lee of a dune where the winds off the ocean have to make a U-turn to get at it, there’s a flowering oasis that has no business being there.
  • On its front page, The Independent, a weekly newspaper based in East Hampton, announced last week that it had a new owner, Ronald Perelman, a name well known here although the famously private Mr. Perelman is not.
  • Back in the day, when the kids were little and before we bought the weekend house in Amagansett, we would spend an occasional Sunday afternoon in Central Park, walking to the children’s zoo there if the weather was warm, taking a bus if not. I shall never forget my 2-year-old niece trilling at the top of her little lungs on one bus ride that “We’re going, we’re going, to see the smelly animals!”

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