Opinion

You, too, may have found yourself wondering about the staying power of even the best of “prestige television.” A nun to the rescue.

The Cranberry Hole Road bridge in Amagansett has been closed for repairs for a year. And, from appearances, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority is in no hurry to reopen it.

So, what did I learn this week? That Audubon “more than once described birds that almost certainly never existed,” and that the L.V.I.S. didn’t have any pants with a 35-inch waist.

Back in 1992, when the state turned a few wild turkeys loose in the woods, few people, if any, anticipated how well they would do. These days they are as common as deer but somewhat less destructive. In ecological terms, wild turkeys are a good thing.

One sportfisherman’s perspective on how Montauk has changed.

Among the plant-related projects that I have gotten into, none is as challenging as grafting apples. Now, in the second year, I have one survivor out of a dozen attempts, a scion cut from a Quail Hill tree.

It’s a sign of a healthy community when you have good people vying for a public position, especially one that can be relatively thankless, like that of school board member. Barbara Dayton, the Springs School Board’s president who lost her seat in Tuesday’s election, is an example of an upstanding citizen who has worked hard, achieved much, and deserves a tip of the hat.

It’s typical of people my age to look back with nostalgia and say it’s too bad everything has gone to hell. But I look forward.

It’s been a long time since I owned any shoes that felt worthy of a Polaroid or that seemed to reflect anything in particular about my character or my autobiography.

Parsing the Wainscott School District’s budget proposal.

I wonder if it’s all right to wear warmup pants and a Bonac hoodie to the Press Club of Long Island’s Hall of Fame induction ceremony.

Think what we may about the yearly climate cycle on the East End, some kind of seasonal calendar is needed to anticipate when to take the dahlia and tomato seedlings outside.

The kids of the Springs and Amagansett Schools need our support.

How Yondr pouches remade one school’s lunchtime.

On square footage, a key argument that the don’t-count-the-basement crowd cites is that what happens underground has no impact on neighbors or the community.

When did it become so okay to be a show-off?

I wanted someone who baked cookies. My mother painted pictures.

Under the heading of “Anything worth doing at all will take at least a tiny modicum of effort” I categorize most of life’s pleasures.

We snapped to attention when a certain shingled relic appeared on the real estate market recently, priced at $3.5 million.

If it weren’t for the moon, we wouldn’t be here.

Cold spells, baseballs, and pesky small birds notwithstanding, an osprey’s life seems a good one.

Not so fast, boaters — the bays and harbors are still cold, with readings in the 50s, low enough to cause loss of dexterity within 10 minutes of immersion.

John Edgar Wideman. A fan’s notes.

Non-adventures with a sofa-loving rescue pup.

What the community gets for the money it spends on libraries is impressive indeed.

Panic attacks tend to come unannounced, while panic disorder constitutes a recurrence of these attacks, along with the constant fear of having more of them. Here is how I dealt with it all.

If I were a car, what kind of car would I be?

Interested in seeing the 10,000-foot view of how far inland the eroding shoreline has reached? Take a look in Google Maps at the end of Bay View Avenue near Lazy Point, Amagansett.

When I wake from dreams, I feel quite peaceful, like the way I felt after my last colonoscopy.

I am happily a morning person, but birds tend to get annoying as the day goes on.