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Good times on the jumbotron as the New York Metropolitans get the ballpark rocking on $5 Tuesday.

If she becomes president, Kamala Harris could be the last of the baby boom generation to occupy the Oval Office.

My ballet teacher was Gordon Peavy, who had his studio in the Odd Fellows Hall on Newtown Lane, above what is now the Chanel store.

Happy happy joy joy! It’s hard to shake the Games of Paris.

From where I sit with a view of Main Street, two things about this summer strike me: the numerous westbound traffic backups and the people peering in The Star’s front windows.

The addicting thing about Disney World is that it is as complex and elaborate an alternate reality as a video-game artificial universe like World of Warcraft or Legend of Zelda.

When insects attack.

And it was not even particularly good coffee.

Notes from the East Hampton Library’s Authors Night.

A Joe Jonas sighting conjures Disney’s immortal “Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam” — and a sleepaway camp reverie.

As this wild blackberry season looks to be a good one, please note that making jam is not as intimidating as it sounds.

The older I get, the more I appreciate the power of beauty. The faces of the old Hollywood stars.

Never mind the bluster. That’s entertainment.

I cannot remember the last time the full set of window screens went up at the Star office. There simply are too few flying insects around anymore to bother.

I’m a single mom with two teenagers. Let’s discuss.

Just when you needed an emphatic voice on the side of sanity, here comes Billy Bragg.

Waiting on a new diesel engine for Cerberus, my sailboat. And then waiting some more.

The “Noyack” spelling has strength, certainty. It amounts to a tribute, and it looks good.

The marsh has been underwater more often this year than the last. I suspect that sea level rise has a lot to do with it.

The water table is very close to the surface here in much of the village and, as the climate changes and the rains increase, it’s only rising.

A dip at Noyac's Long Beach gives rise to thoughts of where a guy's been, and what's been happening on the South Fork over the last two decades.

Footing is simply shuffling along in the water, toes in the sand or mud, feeling for the characteristic immobility and sharp edges of a clam alive in its shell.

Is this July 9 birthday coincidence not astonishing? Daughter, father, grandfather, and best friend?

It was a track athlete’s worst nightmare, and now the defending 800 meters gold medalist won’t be going to the Paris Games this summer.

From Memorial Day to Labor Day, Americans typically consume 7 billion hot dogs.

Europeans make fun of Americans for the way we go about grinning and chirping banalities at one another, but we don’t do it because we’re all idiots, but because the smiling, nodding, and have-a-nice-day-ing are folk customs that serve a social purpose.

It’s encouraging. It’s worrying. It’s a stopover at Watkins Glen State Park.

Time was that “Turtle Crossing” signs were seen here and there. I don’t know where they all went, but the turtles didn’t go away.

The most spectacular piece of loot ever found on the beach by a member of my family was a human hand.

Running to “Blonde on Blonde” in its entirety.