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For the first time in my memory, we have not a single letter to the editor about East Hampton Airport.

Personality-driven commentary and ingratiating displays of concern in place of reporting is exactly what the father of the 24-hour news cycle, Ted Turner, did not want.

You would think that Vladimir Putin would have chosen a sport other than judo, “the gentle way.” 

In the coming weeks, work on an initial set of five bronze bricks bearing the names of enslaved people will begin.

Do teenagers still pool-hop at strangers’ homes in the best ZIP codes? I hope they do.

The challenges of a nightly reading habit.

The benefits of bilingual education, especially on Long Island, are obvious.

Big birds of prey seem to be all around, and my perch in the dunes off Cranberry Hole Road is a decent enough place to see them.

We feel that March is the true start of the year, just as it’s obvious that February is the year’s gruesome and grizzled end.

The weirdness of the Beijing Winter Olympics was perfectly mirrored by the intricacies and dead zones of NBC’s Peacock streaming service.

Yes, Virginia, you can always improve.

Tom Edmonds of the Southampton History Museum and Victoria Berger of the Suffolk County Historical Society have been suspended for featuring Ku Klux Klan-related material and programming.

Thoughts from the Grand Velas resort on whether there are two kinds of people in this world: package-vacation people and independent-travel people.

Two essential graphic novels on the occasion of Black History Month.

Continuing in the same vein as last week, more excerpts from “Five Characters in Search of an Editor,” read 50 years ago at Guild Hall.

Four years ago when a few of us began looking into early East Hampton’s relationship with slavery, we were met with a cocked head and some variation of “We don’t have anything about slavery.”

The news keeps reporting studies that conclude remote work is more productive work, but those studies are clearly incorrect.

This sounds cheap, but I’d like to protest the disappearance of soup and sandwiches at the mobile New York Blood Center drives.

It’s funny, but when you’re looking for something, something else, something that you had given up looking for years ago, turns up.

Black History Month has been busy here in recent years, since The Star and the East Hampton Library began looking into the history of slavery in earnest in the summer of 2017.

Facebook is more interesting in Nova Scotia.

On the roads the layer of snowpack and slush was an improvement, quieting the traffic, for once slowing the heedless drivers, adding adventure to the school drop-off routine. 

Rather than kind acts, it’s the failures to act kindly that I tend to remember.

Road rage: Nine out of 10 people say they don’t have it. Actually, I have no idea if that’s true; I just made up the statistic to get your attention. But the subject has been on my mind a lot lately.

My career on the stage was short and inglorious.

A happy memory of a trip to a micro brewery, and an unhappy realization that now all bottled beer tastes stale.

A couple of weeks ago things were so garbled on the sports page that Mary thought some readers might think I was senile. “Don’t worry,” someone in the front office said. “People have been saying that for years.”

We are in a housing crisis on the South Fork. No one seems to have found the right solution.

Why I gave my 9-year-old son a BB gun for Christmas merits a bit of explanation.

A father and a daughter, playoff football on the TV at a snow-swept B&B, and the glories of western New York.