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Gristmill: Chromosomes Crackling

Thoughts from someone who hated daylight saving time. Until suddenly he didn't.

Mar 13, 2025
The Mast-Head: A Man Called Gree

Almost 250 years ago, an enslaved man was sold not far from this newspaper’s office.

Mar 13, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: The Royal We

My favorite meal is an inter-meal that comes around at 4:30. I love tea.

Mar 13, 2025
Gristmill: Midwestern Rumblings

A governor plays tit-for-tat with the White House.

Mar 6, 2025
The Mast-Head: Words in the Street

The strong-arming to remove a street mural in the District of Columbia is part of a push by the right to erase Black Americans’ legacy and humanity.

Mar 6, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Shetland Sweater Days

Hyper-nostalgia may be a foolish game to persist in playing in 2025, but it is an ingrained part of our local culture.

Mar 6, 2025
Gristmill: Crosstown Traffic

Adventures in vacation week skiing.

Feb 27, 2025
The Mast-Head: Old-Clothes Chic

For years, I have believed with a fervor that clothes with signs of wear, if not tear, are cool.

Feb 27, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Rags to Riches

It really is too bad for the teenagers of 2025 that thrifting has devolved into such a sad affair, slim pickings and executive prices.

Feb 27, 2025
Gristmill: Time Bandits

Staring through the plate glass at T. Anthony’s pizzeria in the middle of the Boston University campus and seeing a 19-year-old idiot — me.

Feb 20, 2025
The Mast-Head: Supersize Me

If the South Fork of Long Island could have a unifying motto, it might be bigger is better.

Feb 20, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Dead Souls

The world is a much more mysterious place than you thought it was when you were young and certain.

Feb 20, 2025
Gristmill: Eff the Super Bowl

A thoroughly painful viewing experience.

Feb 13, 2025
The Mast-Head: Office Dogs

The Westminster Dog Show may have just concluded with Monty, a giant schnauzer, the overall winner, but every day is dog-show day here.

Feb 13, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Inner Weather

Have you tried Sleep Jar or the ambient noise function on Alexa? My sleep sounds of choice are wintry and stormy. The chill blast.

Feb 13, 2025
Gristmill: American Splendor

Thoughts of Harvey Pekar and life among the files.

Feb 6, 2025
The Mast-Head: A Better Life

Immigrant labor has helped keep the Hamptons humming for decades, longer if you go back to the turn of the 20th century and the Irish and Italians who worked on the estates of the oceanfront rich.

Feb 6, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Conversation Hearts

It is the story of my life that, post sixth grade, I have pretty much always been on the giver end of the Valentine exchange.

Feb 6, 2025
Gristmill: The Happy Hunting Ground

Goodbye to a one-of-a-kind family pet.

Jan 30, 2025
The Mast-Head: Renaming the Bay

As stupid as renaming the Gulf of Mexico is, it reminds me of a similar effort of my own right here in East Hampton.

Jan 30, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: The Copium of the Masses

You employ the words “cope,” “coping,” or “copium” when another person has expressed feelings and desires clearly but you think their actual argument is feeble.

Jan 30, 2025
Gristmill: Blowhards

Hard time as a captive to talk radio.

Jan 23, 2025
The Mast-Head: Knit on Demand

The first hat I produced after weeks of work was a bit of a disaster, looking like something a “Game of Thrones” extra would have worn before getting his head chopped off

Jan 23, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: The Pashmina Years

The pashmina, with its many petal colors like varieties of April flowers, was the late-20th-century version of the Tulip Mania of the Dutch golden age.

Jan 23, 2025
Gristmill: In Wintry Climes

A mild cold snap here conjures a real cold snap way up north.

Jan 16, 2025
The Mast-Head: Industrial Days

Along the eastward shore of Napeague Harbor a length of rusted pipe pokes out of a dune. This pipe has an interesting history.

Jan 16, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: My Narcissus

I don’t quite know how it came to be that my parents’ culinary habits were on the advanced side for the 1970s and its sesame-seed buns and Fresca.

Jan 16, 2025
Gristmill: Drivin’ and Cryin’

How can I give up on my 17-year-old workhorse of a car with 287,000 miles on it? It’s like a member of the family, gamely limping on to its final reward.

Jan 9, 2025
The Mast-Head: Bull’s Head to Sag Harbor

Last week, this column described a railroad line that once connected Bridgehampton to Sag Harbor. Part of what I left out was an explanation of why the road that now is the most direct route between the two is to this day called a turnpike.

Jan 9, 2025
The Shipwreck Rose: Marshmallow World

I wonder if any climate scientists today are tabulating an increase in the number of citizens slipping and falling in the snow and ice and cracking their skulls open now that we so seldom have snow and ice.

Jan 9, 2025