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Editorial: Sending Our Education System Back To School

That slight tell-tale, just a whisk of coolness in the breeze, tells us we stand on the brink of the end of another summer on the East End. The barbecue section at Target in


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Editorial: The Process, Without Apology

Living out here on the far end of Long Island, there is some degree of buffer between our daily lives and the national political situation. There’s something about our disconnect from the mainland that


This could be anywhere on the East End these days, but it’s Noyac Road on the afternoon trade parade.

The New Crawl: Life on a Crowded Fork

by George Cork Maul Everybody heading East on Sunrise Highway from up West is used to going 65 miles per hour until they reach the Lobster Inn in Shinnecock Hills, where the signs change to


At Greenport Fire Department's annual memorial service June 11. | Beth Young photo

When Helpers Answer Their Last Alarms

When any firefighter dies, word goes out through the firefighting network that a brother or sister has ‘answered their last alarm.’ Often these firefighters have not technically died in the line of duty, but in a life of


Beach bike

Editorial: Go Ride a Bike

When we were children, spring brought with it a sense of hope and renewal, the promise of summer’s barbecues and lazy backyard afternoons. Those of us who grew up here were lucky to never


Main Street, Sag Harbor Fire

Sag Harbor: If Only In My Dreams

I served as Sag Harbor’s beat reporter in a decade between fires, but all those fires left a scar on the memories of those of us who spent our days on this bucolic Main


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In Trump’s America

So here we are, briskly sliding into the brand new world of Donald Trump’s America. I’ve been stunned, as you likely have as well, at the sudden change in this country’s fortunes over the past four


In Bridgehampton on a Tumbleweed Tuesday not too many years ago...

Riding the Tumbleweed Wave

It wasn’t until I was a mid-ripe teenager growing up on the North Fork that I first heard the phrase “Tumbleweed Tuesday,” but that phrase has come to define so much of all of


The New Suffolk Post Office is just a stone's throw from The Most Beautiful Place in the World. But please don't throw stones at it.

How The Most Beautiful Place in the World Became a PokéStop

A couple of years back, and we don’t really remember the details of how it happened, my beau and I were tipped off by his son, the IT director at a fine local hospital,


Lee Zeldin with John Berman and Kate Bolduan Tuesday morning.

Opinion: The Great Racist Finger-Pointing Debate

I just can’t take it any more! My inbox is crammed to the max with politicians reacting and counter-reacting and counter-counter-reacting to a comment Lee Zeldin made on CNN that Barack Obama’s policies could be seen


Mom Earth played tricks on Inlet Lane in Greenport in October of 2012.

Mom Earth Can Do What She Wants. It’s Her Day.

I’m a big fan of seeing kids draw pretty pictures of trees, of picking up litter, and planting native gardens, but for some reason this Earth Day none of these things seemed like the right thing


North Fork singer-songwriter Robert Bruey at Thursday's vigil in Patchogue

Walls & Bridges: The Day Donald Trump Came to Patchogue

The cherry blossoms had just popped open on Main Street in Patchogue yesterday afternoon before Donald Trump came to town to attend a Suffolk County Republican fundraiser, a couple blocks up Railroad Avenue from where Equadorian


Beth Young

Who Owns Your Narrative?

Some time around the second grade, I can’t remember quite when because everything that has happened to me since seems like a waking dream, my mother’s boyfriend came to me where I slept on


I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?

All I Want For Christmas

I’m one of the lucky people in this world who has a couple people in my life who ask me what I want for Christmas, and I hope that you are lucky enough to


Dredging in Downs Creek, Monday morning.

The Fog of December

This has been anything but a usual December. I broke both of my snow shovels during last year’s blizzard and I haven’t even begun to worry about whether I’ll need a new one soon.


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