Opinion

Thinking about my youth in Amagansett both takes me back in time and roots me firmly in the present.

A new monument honoring the freedom-seekers who landed in search of water in Montauk in 1839 is important in recognizing Long Island’s role in a critical moment in American history.

The Hampton Classic must know me by now. I’ve only been covering the show since 1979.

Suffolk’s enforcement of the accommodation tax was overdue. Far too many property owners using Airbnb and its competitors to handle sub-30-day rentals were operating as de facto hotels, but not paying up.

Cerberus, my 28-foot-long Cape Dory sloop, is heavy enough to have its own gravitational pull, at least into the bilge. A stubborn black goo has settled there and if the floorboard is lifted it smells like the bathroom in the Mos Eisley Cantina in the first “Star Wars.”

Beach plum jelly, made from the juice of the fruit, is far and away the most popular thing to cook from beach plums, but there are other things, less obvious things, you can do with your harvest.

Hurricane Idalia’s overnight surge to Category 4 has been attributed to record warmth in the oceans.

Enforcement is not East Hampton Town government’s best feature, and a locally run business that has monopolized a portion of a popular ocean beach in Montauk is a prime example.

Looking through the official East Hampton Village website recently, one of our reporters noticed something strange about a committee created to review a proposed sewage system in the historic district.

Joe Theismann’s leg: a retelling.

Memories of Sixto Rodriguez, singer-songwriter who found late fame.

To think that a newspaper — The Marion County Record in Kansas, in this case — was virtually shut down by a police raid at the heart of which may have been a marital dispute is mind-boggling.

It turns out that not only are our smartphones and computers commanding an increasing portion of our waking hours, but they are distracting us from even breathing.

These are the weeks that gardens are supposed to be in finest form, high summer.

It’s cringey to swoon over someone else’s home island and say you heard its siren song and “fell in love.” But . . .

No trips downtown in August.

The lessons of Barry Commoner, the “Paul Revere of the modern environmental movement,” are now more important than ever.

Congress does not have that much of an obvious effect here, other than perhaps on marginal tax rates for the very rich, but on global warming policy it is a crucial player.

For fans of local history as well as of early American furniture, the opening today of the new Dominy Shops Museum on North Main Street is an exciting moment.

Tyrants don’t speak aspirationally, they do not speak hopefully, they don’t say “wouldn’t it be wonderful if.” They bark orders, and woe to him or her who doesn’t carry them out.

The Sag Harbor Village Board did the right thing recently when it proposed handing back development oversight in the waterfront zone to the village planning board.

It is a sad state of affairs that all anyone is talking about this summer is traffic.

We were in Massachusetts this week so my daughter could try out for a lacrosse club team based within striking distance of her boarding school.

East Hampton Town officials are again revising the rules for sandbag seawalls.

Mad magazine’s Dave Berg, now more than ever.

I am 17 years old and would like to share my experience as a minor in a county jail for eight months.

Paying attention can be draining.

In the water, the big risk to life is drowning and near-drowning.

In the context of the way so many of us live our lives, not taking a break for something pleasurable is just business as usual.

It is a cliché that middle-aged Americans like me should indulge in nostalgia for the lost years of banana-seat bicycles and 10 speeds, but they did carry us far and they did provide us with a bliss of freedom completely unknown to my children’s generation.