Where is the ‘there there’ and who are ‘they’ anyhow?
July 22, 2015 2:05 pm
Ooooh la la The Hamptons. Aren’t you in with the chi-chi crowd, hob-nobbing with the rich and famous — the... Read Story
Ooooh la la The Hamptons. Aren’t you in with the chi-chi crowd, hob-nobbing with the rich and famous — the... Read Story
Another farm sold. The modest house and smattering of out buildings were now in the sights of a demolition... Read Story
I am where I want to be because the East End is pockmarked with so many fresh water lakes and... Read Story
In many not insignificant ways, I don’t live a very happy life, though I’m a happy person with an unwavering... Read Story
The Pine Barrens are green again. For many years, I passed that large patch of forestry west of Exit... Read Story
My story begins at the Shinnecock Inlet in Hampton Bays on my friend Lanny’s recently purchased 27 foot Chris... Read Story
There have been other waters. Once and again. But they were waters that promised more than could possibly be delivered,... Read Story
“Where’s East Hampton?” I asked a friend. “Somewhere out on the Island, I think. Why?” Having recently learned of East... Read Story
I became seriously interested in chocolate 15 years ago when I competed in an Easter bunny raffle at Aldo’s Too,... Read Story
My Wife’s a Long Island girl, through and through. Born on the South Shore, she grew up as a... Read Story
They rose like dark spires from the earth ––– the burial mounds of a forgotten civilization, tombs of forgotten kings... Read Story
I became a caregiver. Not out of choice, mind you, but out of a sense of duty and as... Read Story
Last weekend, while strolling along what I refer to as “the apron” – a beautiful stretch of beach in... Read Story
New York City’s notorious “French Connection” case became a book, then a movie, and, in later years spawned a more... Read Story
The sandbar was the same. Well probably not exactly as it appeared years ago, since tides change and years erode... Read Story
It was 8AM on Saturday August 11, 2012, and I was heading out to Amagansett from Chester NY. I’d made... Read Story
I never thought I’d share this story. My younger sister and I made a pact never to speak of it.... Read Story
In 2013, I joined a club called WWWC. It’s a very exclusive club as not everyone can join because there... Read Story
Dear Montauk: For as long as I can remember I could not live without you. You were in my veins... Read Story
A perfectly placid day at the beach; it is the reason I live not far from the pristine shores of... Read Story
Everyone loves the East End of Long Island. I observe the constant stream of tourists whizzing by me daily. They... Read Story
My earliest memories of the East End of Long Island come from day trips that I took with my family.... Read Story
There is so little time for fun or family in the life of a man who makes his living on... Read Story
This past January I reached one of those milestone birthdays that come around every ten years. I celebrated with... Read Story
One The first time I ever saw Annie, the sun was in my eyes. I’d just started my morning jog... Read Story
I would NOT own a beautiful home at 50 Dune Road, Westhampton Beach if it was not for my father,... Read Story
The renovations were finished, the house was perfect, and I was never moving again. Our expanded ranch had a three... Read Story
Even after fifty years every time I go to Montauk I can still hear my mom’s voice. As my dad... Read Story
The boy raised the present over his head and brought it down hard against the stone counter, breaking it... Read Story
There was a time when going to the Hamptons was something that city people did only in the summer. My... Read Story
The East End of Long Island was home to the last summer Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller spent together. The... Read Story
“Scenes from the Boardy Barn and our first house in the Hamptons. Also the Brooklyn guys and people we have... Read Story
Sometimes a circle is the only way to go. For Dickie, Allen, and myself, getting up at 5AM to waterski... Read Story
Facebook (FB) has revolutionized inter-personal relationships, and its worldwide appeal is built on its inherent ability to communicate an... Read Story
Everything is beautiful but not everyone can see it. –Confucius Excuse the mess. We live here. –Unknown Making... Read Story
For two summers in the late 90’s, I earned money being mistaken for a shot girl. Although I did not... Read Story
The East End is enchanting. It’s like a siren that lures you in with its special song of sea, sun... Read Story
Many years ago, my husband Bob would tell visitors that Albert Einstein may have (or had, depending on the amount... Read Story
Helen’s house was not like any Hamptons houses I’d heard about or imagined. It wasn’t on or even a close... Read Story
“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”... Read Story
I’ve been thinking about how poets become poets. My theory begins with Wordsworth’s lines about the child being father to... Read Story
On Columbus Day Weekend on the East End of Long Island, after the sparkles dull and the beaches empty, fishermen... Read Story
The pond was tiny, at the base of the steep slope that separated our yard from theirs’. A spout on a... Read Story
It was the summer of ’73, and the Hamptons still felt exotic, exciting and new. I was a twenty-three year... Read Story
There’s a house on Main Street in Southampton that looks at the local CVS, where my grandfather lives. It’s old.... Read Story
I suppose some might view it differently, but I’ve always been drawn to color and there’s certainly a lot of... Read Story
I have a bit of an obsession with Jane Austen. More of a love/ hate relationship really. We have nothing... Read Story
What could mesclun greens possibly have to do with percussion instruments? In my town, there is a connection. I live... Read Story
Two years after my last great summer in Montauk, I got married. My new bride, Linda, a San Diego native,... Read Story
It was a morning of deep cold the day I was to meet Cindy who would be driving us back... Read Story
Eastern Long Island has a fragile, unique and beautiful ecology. The pressure on that balance of nature is probably most... Read Story
We were Brooklyn kids so Riis Park, the crowded, tired public beach, was our refuge. We’d arrive early and... Read Story
“Son, it’s your lucky day. Ever been to Gin Lane?” “In Chinatown?” I replied, guessing wildly and badly. “I see.... Read Story
A voyage is a voyage is a voyage. And so whenever I board the ferry in New London, bound on... Read Story
The strong, cool breeze coming through the opened window and the darkening room startle me. Jumping up quickly from the... Read Story
The Orlowski True Value Hardware Company, where I’ve worked since the 9th grade, has stood on Love Lane, Mattituck’s main... Read Story
One sun-lit October morning several years ago, as my husband, two young grandchildren and I strolled along the shores of... Read Story
In late October of 1973, I would return to Montauk after six long months of travel to say goodbye to... Read Story
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. Ralph Waldo Emerson “Is it reggae night, Daddy?” Chloe asks bouncing lightly... Read Story
The boy walked slowly across the road, dragging his deerskin moccasins in the dust, more slowly than his mother could... Read Story
My first clam. It happened on a boat. In public. Until that blue sky day, off the far eastern coast... Read Story
When my parents first started talking about him, they whispered “he shot his shrink, do you think he will be... Read Story
They sat silently, each pondering the startling events of the day. Jeannie clung to Greg, Don held Penny’s shivering hand.... Read Story
Warning: Helicopter parents may need smelling salts. Growing up on the East End in the fifties could be considered child... Read Story