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The big game on Fox Sports — what could go wrong?

You get me, YouTube, you really do.

Quiescence tends to corrupt and absolute quiescence corrupts absolutely.

All is not death and doom in the new forest clearings. Here and there, new plant communities are taking hold.

The animals in my garden are behaving like they think they are stars in a Beatrix Potter story or something, and I don’t mean they are comporting themselves adorably.

The late John Niles, who coached the 1986 Bridgehampton High Killer Bees boys basketball team, said it was the best group of athletes who’d ever played for him.

Other than buying a set of tires, a cabin air filter, windshield wipers, and keeping up with the oil change schedule, my Honda Clarity has had no costs other than for electricity — about $2.50 for 45 to 50 miles’ charge.

Calling Manny Farber . . .

Isn’t it nice that in this country we can think that life here for many, young or old, offers possibility.

People talk about mindfulness a lot these days.

In pursuit of wintertime self-improvement, through enhanced coffee intake and otherwise.

The older I get, the clearer it becomes that hanging on to relics of the past can be a burden.

Some people are rattled by a change in hours at the town dump. (Or one person is, anyway.)

Although I’m much more obsessive about keeping flowers around the house than the average American mom, I’m not so rhapsodic about it, and I’ve become less judgmental about what constitutes a decent flower.

Asked in a recent Science Times happiness questionnaire when was the last time I’d initiated a social plan with someone, I laughed.

Searching through old East Hampton Stars this week, I discovered that our first mention of Hither Woods came in 1892.

I was a wide-eyed greenhorn assigned to a night squad of world-weary veterans when I first joined the East Hampton Village Ambulance Association about five years ago.

Let’s hear it for knowledge, knowledge that can be applied to ameliorate the world’s ills.

Sometimes the do-it-yourself bug strikes because of a great interest in a particular craft; other times, it’s just the money. I am susceptible to both urges, as in a newfound passion for making crackers.

A 2023 Bridgehampton High basketball game conjures memories of the winning teams of the 1980s.

The potential for explosive, cathartic moments is what leads us to play sports and to watch them, and it seems that with a number of them the possibility of serious injury, or even death, is ever present.

Rooftop solar on the early-1960s house I live in provides me with a reason to gloat: electric bills that run a steady $14 a month.

Notes from a Jeremy Strong fan club member.

Things keep breaking. In 2023, the infant year, I’ve accidentally dropped and smashed plenty.

I had no Covid symptoms, but that apparently, according to what I read, wasn’t necessarily a cause for celebration.

Adventures at the Whitney, on the High Line, and in a lost New York.

I am now on my second plug-in hybrid electric vehicle, at a combined gas and electric of 100 or more miles per gallon the way I drive it.

On Boxing Day . . .

I read in a recent New York Press Association publication an article suggesting that journalists be more broad-minded when writing about the elderly. Six “tips” were proffered. Here are mine.

My brother, Dan, used to say that one could survive perfectly well eating nothing other than brown rice and clams.