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At the Byron Young Fish Passage.

The Washington dipsticks who discussed apparently classified United States military planning on an unsecure chat app before a March 15 attack on Yemen’s Houthi militants must not have been familiar with teenagers.

One of the superstitions I have acquired with age is that I do believe houses and belongings acquire something from the generations who have been there before.

Behold gastronomic glory — the Rochester garbage plate.

At long last, the East Hampton Town Board is expected to reduce the cap on houses relative to the size of a given piece of land.

The Bouvier Beales of Grey Gardens had raccoons in the parlor but they also had certain pretentions. They floated in time in a rather detached fashion, losing track of its passing days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries, and I understand and sympathize, especially when it comes to yard maintenance.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Adventures in vacation week skiing.

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

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

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.

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

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

A thoroughly painful viewing experience.

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

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

Thoughts of Harvey Pekar and life among the files.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Hard time as a captive to talk radio.

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

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.