Opinion

The East Hampton Village Board again seems intent on handing over its modest Sea Spray Cottages at Main Beach to a for-profit hospitality management company. This is a bad idea. The land should be open to the public, if anything.

As Jimmy Carter is now in hospice care, I wonder what might have happened had his prescient words on conservation and self-sacrifice been heeded.

There is not so much to do in March, other than plan and perhaps go on walks.

I am interested in the mixing and remixing of ourselves, and there’s no better feeling than when we’re in tune.

When the basements of about six shops, a cafe, and a gallery in East Hampton Village flooded on Feb. 26, it was bad news at the toughest time of the year.

At last, the legendary Washington Heights home of the Millrose Games, “the fastest track in the world.”

It is no coincidence that just as damaging and embarrassing revelations from a lawsuit by a voting machine maker against the Fox television corporation are released, the network’s Tucker Carlson has gone all in on a false retelling of the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol.

What’s it to be? Torpor and dictators? Or an educated, enlivened, engaged populace debating how best to proceed?

One of the things that has struck me about the rash of dead whales on beaches in the Northeast is that it has been going on for years, millenniums, in fact.

John Irving swings for the fences.

For ordinary gun owners, the safety protocols stressed at the Maidstone Gun Club and places like it are in the public interest.

Thoughts on that road sign that says: Last Exit Before the End of Your Usefulness as a Person.

I’m one of those people who has extraordinarily intense dreams and who always wants to talk about them.

With elections every two years, it has been said that the main job of members of the House of Representatives who want to remain in office is fund-raising. This puts them at a great distance from actual voters.

When, exactly, did Patch­ogue get cool?

The people running for town board seem steady and competent, but there is a lackluster quality to them at a time of unprecedented change for the town as a whole.

The passing of Burt Bacharach on Feb. 8 frees me to reveal that he was my first love.

This year for Black History Month I have been occupied by preparing for an exhibit at the Sag Harbor Cinema, intended to reach a broad audience.

One of our favorite things that libraries are doing these days as they expand their roles in their communities is providing flower, vegetable, and herb seeds, as well as the know-how to sow them.

“Tennis players live nine years longer,” I said to the guys I was playing doubles with the other day.

A year has passed since the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Sadly, an end to the tragedy is not in sight.

Quiescence tends to corrupt and absolute quiescence corrupts absolutely.

All is not death and doom in the new forest clearings. Here and there, new plant communities are taking hold.

The big game on Fox Sports — what could go wrong?

A 74,000-person study last year published in The New England Journal of Medicine found that shifting food habits absolutely helps us live longer.

The remarkable story of a man of character who bought his way out of bondage and became a successful landowner.

You get me, YouTube, you really do.

Southampton College may have been doomed from the start.

Love is revealed in a rediscovered box of notes from 1999.

The animals in my garden are behaving like they think they are stars in a Beatrix Potter story or something, and I don’t mean they are comporting themselves adorably.