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Second-guessing the first exercise outing of spring.

Whenever someone talks about “a more innocent time” and the faraway days of childhood happiness, my mind drifts to the house on Egypt Close where my friends Katy and Jenny Paxton lived.

I rather like noxious fumes, having grown up in the ’50s in Pittsburgh.

A massive deaccession after the office furnace blew up has prompted a bit of soul searching of the Marie Kondo sort.

I’d wanted to see Monticello since I was a teenager.

You almost wish that the Ottoman Empire had remained intact.

All is well at the wind farm cable landing spot in Wainscott.

Montauk on steroids: A stroll down the immense concrete boardwalk-slash-sea wall at Virginia Beach.

Today is Pi Day, reminding me that I know nothing of mathematics.

The Star building, completed around 1901, is a relative toddler among others on East Hampton’s Main Street.

Keeping up with the chickens on the Delmarva Peninsula.

Two hours at Dress Gala in Commack.