Opinion

Sometimes the do-it-yourself bug strikes because of a great interest in a particular craft; other times, it’s just the money. I am susceptible to both urges, as in a newfound passion for making crackers.

I was a wide-eyed greenhorn assigned to a night squad of world-weary veterans when I first joined the East Hampton Village Ambulance Association about five years ago.

In her State of the State speech this week, Gov. Kathy Hochul outlined plans for creating more affordable housing. For downstate regions and Long Island, the proposals would have a goal of creating hundreds of thousands of new housing units.

Notes from a Jeremy Strong fan club member.

After a rollover, one man has his faith in his fellow citizens restored.

An uprising is growing over a plan to use 14 acres of county parkland in Hither Woods to build a sewage treatment plant in Montauk.

The potential for explosive, cathartic moments is what leads us to play sports and to watch them, and it seems that with a number of them the possibility of serious injury, or even death, is ever present.

Rooftop solar on the early-1960s house I live in provides me with a reason to gloat: electric bills that run a steady $14 a month.

Things keep breaking. In 2023, the infant year, I’ve accidentally dropped and smashed plenty.

For some Americans, the word “weaponization” is all they will need to hear about a freshly minted subcommittee in the House of Representatives aimed at blocking prosecutions of former President Trump and his cabal of election-denial plotters.

Adventures at the Whitney, on the High Line, and in a lost New York.

From our correspondent in Pennsylvania comes a tribute to an illustrator for 50 straight years of Christmas cards that are works or art.

The message the Republican Party offers Long Island voters centers on a distrust of government, as well as the coded racism in its fixation on crime.

Beginning in 2019, the so-named South Fork Commuter Connection was supposed to take a bite out of the weekday morning and afternoon “trade parade” of bumper-to-bumper work vans and delivery trucks.

I had no Covid symptoms, but that apparently, according to what I read, wasn’t necessarily a cause for celebration.

I am now on my second plug-in hybrid electric vehicle, at a combined gas and electric of 100 or more miles per gallon the way I drive it.

The Ukrainian president cuts through the nonsense.

A chance encounter with Dick Cavett on an East Hampton beach leads to a long-term friendship. And to Groucho.

It is stunning that the Democratic Party would essentially cede the race to George Santos without doing even the most basic background research.

A portion of the federal Inflation Reduction Act passed in August contains hundreds of billions of dollars to move away from fossil fuel.

I read in a recent New York Press Association publication an article suggesting that journalists be more broad-minded when writing about the elderly. Six “tips” were proffered. Here are mine.

My brother, Dan, used to say that one could survive perfectly well eating nothing other than brown rice and clams.

On Boxing Day . . .

The old line “If you build it, they will come” should be applied to costly new sewage treatment facilities being planned for Montauk and East Hampton Village.

Best concert ever: Bob (“Schoolhouse Rock”) Dorough on keys and Richard Sudhalter on cornet at a North Fork vineyard, spring 2002.

Just imagine how much more peaceful the world would be if difficult and/or coldhearted people were walloped with a million daily currents of kindness and love.

There is little question that soccer here, the games that have been played by adults since the early 1970s and since 2009 by our high schoolers, has been East Hampton’s pre-eminent sport.

On the fate of a town-owned property in Springs where two important modern-art painters once lived and worked, we believe that a middle path should be sought.

Buying socks was a problem here — until I noticed a bin in the menswear section at the Ladies Village Improvement Society Bargain Box.

As with so many things in life as the years tick-tick-tick by, it takes rather more priming of the pump than it used to to achieve the right holiday atmosphere.