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The Mast Head: Sawing to the Line

In the basement one evening this week, I began thinking about tools, pacing one’s self, and focusing on the path, instead of the outcome.

Apr 13, 2023
Gristmill: Cut Men

Notes from the barber’s chair.

Apr 13, 2023
Point of View: Don’t Let It Vanish

Carl Johnson hopes Bridgehampton can remain a year-round community.

Apr 6, 2023
The Mast Head: Patient Zero

Tick season is upon us again, and so are conversations about the East End’s public enemy number one.

Apr 6, 2023
Gristmill: Dim Bulbs

Keeping tabs on the on-again-off-again check engine light.

Apr 6, 2023
The Shipwreck Rose: Romans 3:23

The other day, when looking into family history for a column, I read a New Yorker magazine profile of a charming rustic character by the name of Everett Joshua Edwards: my great-grandfather.

Apr 6, 2023
Gristmill: Keeping Time

It’s the simplicity, stupid.

Mar 30, 2023
The Shipwreck Rose: My Peeps

I’m more than a little susceptible to seasonal affective disorder, but my outlook brightens as soon as the big hand on the grandfather clock is wound forward an hour on daylight saving time and the afternoons begin to lengthen.

Mar 30, 2023
Point of View: My Kind of Parasailing

Gabriel Garcia Marquez said that in Latin America, the completely fantastical was reality.

Mar 30, 2023
The Mast-Head: What I’d Like to See

I will be in the 60-plus demographic by the time the new East Hampton senior citizens center opens; I have to get my 2 cents in somehow.

Mar 30, 2023
The Shipwreck Rose: Bad Odor

This week’s column is the personal-essay equivalent of a very bad odor. Prepare yourself, reader!

Mar 23, 2023
Point of View: Purgatory Was Our First Stop

Unlike Dante, we began our trip in Purgatory at the federal building on the city’s Lower West Side.

Mar 23, 2023