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When a good-natured and for-a-good-cause 5K becomes an obsession and a mission.

How lucky we were to be born into Cadillac America in the century of progress, optimism, 20-cent milkshakes, and rock-and-roll. Everybody in the 20th century had something to say about Cadillacs.

Long-running college football rivalry games are down the drain.

The best thing about reality bathing is that, in addition to intensifying the quotidian pleasures of simply being alive in the mundane, it slows time.

There’s still something to be said for the value of a liberal arts education, with courses in history, literature, and languages, whose ultimate gift is to enrich our lives, to make us more knowledgeable citizens of the world.

Our language roots go back to the early British colonists, not the Dutch, whose influence can be heard UpIsland, that is, west of the Wainscott Post Office.

Beach plum jelly, made from the juice of the fruit, is far and away the most popular thing to cook from beach plums, but there are other things, less obvious things, you can do with your harvest.

The Hampton Classic must know me by now. I’ve only been covering the show since 1979.

Cerberus, my 28-foot-long Cape Dory sloop, is heavy enough to have its own gravitational pull, at least into the bilge. A stubborn black goo has settled there and if the floorboard is lifted it smells like the bathroom in the Mos Eisley Cantina in the first “Star Wars.”

A college drop-off and a first glimpse of the empty nest.

Joe Theismann’s leg: a retelling.

It’s cringey to swoon over someone else’s home island and say you heard its siren song and “fell in love.” But . . .