Opinion

We are extremely pleased that the momentum for a new Dominy museum has returned.

We are in a housing crisis on the South Fork. No one seems to have found the right solution.

Why I gave my 9-year-old son a BB gun for Christmas merits a bit of explanation.

With the airport private, the town in theory could just say no to certain kinds of aircraft and commercial flights or limit the number and timing of takeoffs and landings.

A proposal to double the number of affordable residences that could be built per acre in certain zones could go a long way toward easing the housing crisis in East Hampton.

A father and a daughter, playoff football on the TV at a snow-swept B&B, and the glories of western New York.

The surprising connection between home design and phobias.

Having fallen kersplat on a particularly unforgiving sidewalk near Starbucks the other day, I knew it was time to trade in my sneakers.

No rink can compare to the joy of gliding on wide-open surfaces with the wind at our backs.

Birds’ cries are full of mystery.

Times have indeed changed regarding East Hampton Airport, but so far, not all elected town officials appear to have taken notice.

Those 18-wheeler trucks carrying boulders in an eastward direction can be seen as a symbol of things to come.

A tough row to hoe for the college bound.

Brent Newsom, in memoriam.

We sat rapt last night, beyond our bedtime, through a chilling “Frontline” report on those who think their freedom’s infringed if they cannot infringe upon the freedom of others.

Few things are as satisfying as a well-done home repair.

A litany of localism test questions

Today marks the one-year anniversary of one of the darkest days in United States history.

From Atlanticville to Hog Neck, what happened to the great place names of yore?

In the last few weeks of 2021, my body put a stop to overtasking and sent me to the corner to think about what I’d done.

Sports here got off to a stuttery start last year at this time, and I’m hoping this dreary virus doesn’t eat again into one of my life’s chief joys, which is rooting animatedly for the home, sweet home team.

While the pandemic has created havoc in so many aspects of life, Covid-19 has turned out to be the one thing that could finally save the Department of Motor Vehicles.

“What’s going on with Town Pond?”

We find ourselves in the perverse position of wishing for raw, freezing weather.

Togetherness through cards.

I had just hit some second-rate jackpot and felt a combination of instant relief and long-haul anxiety. Yippee, we could take a test. Uh-oh, what if my wife and/or I tested positive?

At first look, an effort by the East Hampton Town Board to gain greater regulatory power over sand mines and composting operations might seem worthwhile, but is it really?

Hobbled and fearing the worst, I jumped at a chance to see my knee doctor in Great Neck on the Tuesday before Christmas.

Deep-pocketed investors are excited to get a piece of the anticipated post-pandemic boom. How much further disruption this will bring to the East End way of life is up to local officials — and a well-informed public.

The first-ever issue of this paper read in a gothic font, “The Easthampton Star.” Seeing the name of the town as one word has raised the question of when East Hampton became two words and if it ever properly was just one.