Guestwords

On the occasion of the wartime opening of the extended nature trail at David’s Lane, a 79-year-old conservationist reminded us why we need the greenery.

Memories of 1978 and a final, snowy departure for college upstate.

Taiwan just got rocked, 30 years ago it was Northridge, California, and it could happen here. What’s it like to ride out the big one?

As we are bombarded with information detailing catastrophic environmental degradation around the world, it often seems we live in a bubble here on the East End.

On an Audubon expedition into the American Southwest with busload of college kids in the early 1990s, among them was a young John Avlon, now running for Congress.

This is not the time to bury our heads in the sand or in our electronic devices.

What I learned playing the Grand Inquisitor in a high school play, while experiencing my own interrogations off the stage.

At an arty dinner party in Sag Harbor a woman announced to the table, “There’s just too much art!” If that day ever comes, we’re in trouble.

How can friends who’ve headed to Florida or the Bahamas possibly get through a winter without the visceral remembrances of snowy days?

A tale of two ad men.

My generation has been living in America’s Second Reconstruction. With some improvements from the first in the 1870s, we still fight for inclusion, seek diversity, and hope for equity.

The Broadway and pop composer Cy Coleman died nearly 20 years ago. In time for the Grammys, a remembrance of the always fun times with him, from Elaine’s to the Hamptons.