Opinion

Who knew that after Uber and Lyft took over the roads — and helicopter-flight apps took over the sky — that the bays and harbors would be next? That is apparently what the Suffolk Legislature has noticed coming.

I hereby pay my respects to this woman who so impressively embodied Britain’s history and spirit.

The very day that Peter Spacek’s chigger cartoon appeared in our paper two weeks ago I got them.

There is a growing sense that town and village zoning laws are not up to the task of maintaining the region’s character.

So what’s it gonna be, college-wise, core curriculum lockdown or pick and choose your classes as you see fit?

Is East Hampton Town unwittingly playing a part in the secretive practice of shielding foreign wealth that may have been obtained improperly?

A road trip to a pioneering surfer’s favorite East End haunts brings a family together.

For all the boats kept around here, most are idle most of the time.

For years my grandson had been writing in the brown leather visitors’ book after every summer stay at our beach house. Then one day he stopped.

When I navigated off the interstate, I knew exactly where the graveyard would be with Kerouac’s grave.

New York’s First Congressional District vote this fall between Bridget Fleming and Nicholas J. LaLota will be in the context of an election year in which democracy itself is at stake.

One of the major thrusts in our founding documents, as I understand them, was to shield this democratic republic from autocracy.

Avoiding the leaf litter and damp grass where up to a thousand or more tick larvae lurk is the best strategy this time of the year.

New York’s transportation law needs to be adapted to give local officials the right to regulate loud compression braking.

The unexpected appearance of hummingbirds has been a highlight of the summer.

Bike lanes matter — a lot.

The D.H. comes to the National League, and no one misses the old ways.

A much-needed new affordable housing venture in East Hampton should not go without comment.

I got to know Simon Perchik — prolific poet, friend, disputator, World War II vet — when he was barechested and in boxer shorts.

We’re going to get petty this week, reader. Let’s get trifling. Let’s talk about signage.

A hearty “Well done!” is owed the many hands who made Friday’s opening of the revamped and superb Lars Simenson Skatepark in Montauk possible.

Where meanness, which surfaces every now and then, comes from I don’t know.

Step outside of the East Hampton Star building on Main Street on a summer day and there is a very high probability that a private jet will be overhead.

People who leave vehicles running when not necessary are creating real health and environmental dangers.

I must say, in retrospect, that if the coronavirus were still raging, Authors Night would have been a good place to catch it.

As August rolls to a leisurely close, a minor mystery has returned to my neighborhood: the Cranberry Hole Road banana bandit is back after a long absence. 

There is no end to the big ideas for high-profile locations.

Shades of Jimmy Carter, the part of my hair suddenly switched sides.

Alaska's crabs have gone missing and climate change is the prime suspect.

I've had some amusing experiences while passing stones. Have you?