Columnists

Blue-collar envy.

I’m mindful that the threat Trump poses is one thing that cannot be ducked.

If there were a grand prix of weeding, it would be ridding grass from between patio or walkway bricks without toxic herbicides like RoundUp.

It’s preferable when your kids come to appreciate your old favorite tunes on their own. But sometimes a nudge is in order.

I was impressed when several on the Sag Harbor Whalers collegiate baseball team told me they were majoring in scientific subjects.

Our climate reality has shifted from a sense that it could happen here to it actually is happening here already.

In the party department, where has all the fun gone?

From the minor leagues to the M.L.B. draft: It’s a crapshoot.

It’s hard to revel in schadenfreude anymore when one’s closest relatives live within the places, such as drought-ridden California, sizzlingly-hot Florida, and smoke-clogged Ohio, that we’re glad we don’t live in.

Believe it or not, there was a time not all that long ago when the surfing scene looked very different around here.

Thoughts on the Fourth after missing out on the Fourth.

Every moment’s a poem.

Each year, a new source of vehicular irritation gets my attention — this year it’s the black Audi.

The supernatural Saharan skyfall of 1994 was on my mind last month when we were visited by the first heavy haze from the Canadian wildfires.

Words of unity at a graduation ceremony on Pierson Hill.

Giving it all at a Little League game.

Lessons learned in early employment.

On John Romita, the smooth illustrator who remade Spider-Man and the entire look of Marvel Comics.

I was called an “idiot” the other day by a doubles opponent, and I couldn’t entirely disagree.

It had been missing for nearly a year, so when I found my wallet at the bottom of a bag of life jackets earlier this week I felt like a dope.

When a certain body type is irresistible to parasites.

I am unworthy . . .

Nostalgia is a funny thing when it is wrapped up in an object, in my case a favorite cooking utensil.

In Sag Harbor and in the unenviable position of envying East Hampton its diner and pizza parlor.

From good news (the Fox settlement) to bad (a departed tennis partner).

Taking Cerberus out for its first sail of 2023.

Family war stories.

The more oblivion looms, the more you want to pay attention, the more you want to listen and learn, the more you want to do things as well as you can.

Considering how many osprey one can see around here these days, it is hard to imagine that not all that long ago they were thought to be in danger of extinction.

The ravaging rays, the dermatologist’s knife.