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  • Bob Miller, who has been overseeing for a decade “ocean challenge” swims helping to underwrite the construction of a four-lane, 25-yard pool at the Montauk Playhouse Community Center, a project expected to begin by year’s end, told the record number of participants at Montauk’s Ditch Plain early Saturday morning that their cause was a worthy one.
  • Well at least the president didn’t claim the enemy of the people misquoted him — he had, in fact, misquoted himself, he said, when it came to Russia’s meddling on his electoral behalf.
  • Tyler Pawlowski, 15, of Freeport, topping 124 finishers, three-peated as the winner of I-Tri’s youth triathlon (300-yard bay swim, 7-mile bike, and 1.5-mile run) Saturday at Noyac’s Long Beach in 30 minutes and 15.35 seconds.
  • Peter Ventura, who was the runner-up at the Robert J. Aaron memorial triathlon in Montauk in June, won the Montauk Lighthouse sprint triathlon Sunday, prompting the announcer, Terry Bisogno, to hail his “resurgence.”
  • This time of day, when the sun can be seen in stripes on the dark grass and on the ferns and there’s a breeze and some of the birds can be heard, is my favorite. Maybe O’en’s too.
  • The players on East Hampton Little League’s 11-12 and 9-10 traveling all-star baseball teams were depressed for a minute or two after having been eliminated from contention in regional games this past week, but in no time, their coaches, Ken Dodge and Mike Hand, said, they were running the bases, sliding into home, drinking Gatorade, and chasing fireflies.
  • North Shore, mighty North Shore, has fallen!
  • It’s been a while coming, two and a half years in fact, but the Clubhouse, the massive pleasure palace annexed to East Hampton Indoor Tennis’s six indoor courts officially opens today, at 11 a.m. to be precise.
  • For the second year in a row, East Hampton’s 9-and-10-year-old traveling all-star baseball team has won the District 36 championship, and its 11-12-year-old team may not be far behind.
  • Every year it seems to get worse. Last night, O’en and I were almost clipped by a wide-turning tank dropping people off at the house across the street. With O’en on the leash, I unleashed obscenities. I had been waving my flashlight energetically to ward them off, but to little avail it seemed.

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