T.E. McMorrow began freelancing for The Star in 2009, before coming on staff, full time, at the end of 2011. He is a member of the Drama Desk in New York. His book, “Nutcracker in Harlem,” illustrated by James Ransome, is scheduled for publication in the fall of 2016 by HarperCollins children’s division.
An East Hampton Town police officer spotted Carlos R. Hernandez, 45, of Northwest Woods driving erratically at a little after 3 a.m. on Dec. 15 and stopped his 1997 Dodge on Stephen Hand’s Path near Wheelock Road. The officer wrote in his arrest report that Mr. Hernandez had swerved across the double yellow lines.
An East Hampton Village officer patrolling Montauk Highway last Friday evening found an unoccupied 2011 Jeep Grand Cherokee that had come to rest in woods just off the highway near Stephen Hand’s Path. The SUV had struck a utility pole before slamming into the trees, according to the police report.
The driver was nowhere to be found, but the officer heard noises in the woods that sounded like someone running away.
The owner of a two-acre Georgica Road estate reported to East Hampton Village police last Friday afternoon that back in May he discovered a complete sterling silver flatware set, including serving pieces, and many valuable pieces of china, missing from his basement, where they had been stored. An expensive black Prada dress was missing as well.
The value of the items stolen was estimated at over $10,000.
Shortly before 6 a.m. on Saturday, Gregorio Colin-Martinez, 21, of Bridgehampton flagged down an East Hampton Town police officer on Springs-Fireplace Road near Queens Lane in Springs, asking the officer for help getting to his car. He had left it at 61 Muir Boulevard, he told the officer, who took him to that address, about three-quarters of a mile away.
An upstate man who ran a stop sign in Montauk and then crossed into the oncoming lane was charged on Dec. 9 with driving while intoxicated.
At around 9 p.m., an East Hampton Town police officer spotted Lawrence R. Emanuel, 46, of Central Valley, N.Y., blowing through the stop sign at West Lake Drive and Montauk Highway and pulled him over. He displayed classic signs of intoxication, according to the officer — slurred speech, bloodshot eyes, the smell of alcohol — and failed roadside sobriety tests.
Can theater survive in a world of tweeting and Facebook, iPads and PlayStations, and films in 3D that cost more to make than some nations’ gross domestic product? If it is as simple, good, and devastatingly truthful as “What Rhymes with America,” the brilliant new play at Manhattan's Atlantic Theater Company by Melissa James Gibson, theater will not only survive, it will thrive.