Opinion

Notes from the barber’s chair.

We were stunned last week to learn that Suffolk led by a huge margin among all of the counties in New York in pesticide and herbicide use.

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

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

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

It is increasingly accepted that alternative ways of getting around, ones that do not require fossil fuels, can help reduce planet-warming gases, but there is another direct benefit: money.

So what’s it really like to take a job as an Amazon driver?

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.

East Hampton Town officials say they are getting tough on so-called temporary measures to save properties from erosion. We’ll believe it when we see it.

It’s the simplicity, stupid.

In Springs, the school board may very likely seek voter approval for increasing taxes above a state-mandated safety valve for the first time.

Rediscovering basketball on my street in Springs, I began to lose myself in the joy of just being in my body and rekindling my relationship with my younger self and a ball.

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.

A heartbreaking story in The New York Times this week described in detail some state legislatures’ disastrous ideological rejection of federal Medicaid payments.

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

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.

Members of the East Hampton Town Board are correct in asking the question once again about the commercial use of beaches. A conversation they had recently about capping the number of guests at some events may not have gone far enough.

We interrupt raging March Madness to wonder when the Jets’ Aaron Rodgers waiting game will ever end.

A tip of the hat goes to Lou Cortese, a member of the East Hampton Town Planning Board, for calling out a certain flexibility in the way land-use laws are applied.

In a newly unstable banking environment, American depositors can thank William H. Woodin of East Hampton for the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation.

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

From here, it is difficult to understand what the holdup has been on saving Plum Island.

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

There was a time when I paid close attention to what it said on the backs of seed envelopes. Now I know enough to make my own decisions about the timing of when to plant.

How did we get to this precarious situation with Montauk’s water quality? The problem, in a word, is overdevelopment.

My somewhat critical attitude toward cats — my less than all-embracing affection for all pets, all the time — is a character flaw, I’m aware.

Since ex-police chief and current East Hampton Village Mayor Jerry Larsen first started his campaign against the Village Ambulance Association, the main public reaction has been if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it.

Is heaven some sort of club, a fraternity? If so, its population may be sparse.

Foul weather is just the way it is here in the month of March.

The surprising end result of all that construction work at La Guardia.