Columnists

A showman for the ages deserves his due.

This season, late-model Range Rovers are the leading contender for the most annoying kind of car on South Fork roads.

Raise your hand if your mood is forcefully impacted by the weather.

Flagging over the Pledge of Allegiance and the national anthem.

Whale stink is something of a Proustian madeleine for me.

Despite my recent, mild interest in birds, I remain an indefatigable mis-identifier of them.

Finding success, of a sort, and camaraderie with the run-walk-run method at the Shelter Island 10K.

Scarcely is there a moment that I can step outside the office and not hear something other than the birds.

This broken toe is my excuse for having an empty head this month. It’s impossible to have a new idea without walking.

Summer’s tough on year-rounders. But at least there’s humble Long Beach.

There is an honor system of sorts. Star letter writers are expected to be self-policing. But artificial intelligence has made our job a lot more difficult.

A family romp at a Dartmouth graduation.

Learning to love the high school band.

The case of Brownie the Rooster underscored the ongoing tension between people who live here and others for whom their properties are a moneymaking opportunity.

It’s boring to force others to listen to the stories of your dreams, so I do apologize to be telling one here.

Pounding the Bridgehampton pavement for the Potatohampton 5K does tend to trigger the memories.

Having spent the better part of 60 years noting the comings and goings of the Promised Land and Pond o’ Pines osprey, I feel as if I know them.

Encounters with a Columbia undergrad with a “Brideshead Revisited” aura and Julian Sands good looks.

The King of Comics gets a street named after him.

What would anyone want with a ratty old fiberglass dinghy?

I am building a criminal case against our pet housecat.

The ne plus ultra in nonverbal communication.

Artificial intelligence has crept into the letters to the editor and I don’t like it.  

I appreciate King Charles’s defense of classical architecture and historic preservation.

Good for what ails you: Fran Lebowitz and David Letterman in the 1980s.

Developers trying to get one over on the town is nothing new, but how a Montauk project of this size got past officials has not been explained.

Despite the depopulation, urban blight, and rats, Baltimore does have a particular and piquant charm.

Maria Taylor and the boys of “NBA Showtime” redeem the pro hoops viewing experience.

Geography is fungible.

I’m not a lazy person, but if you have happened to drive past my house over the last two or three years you might think a couch potato lived within.