Author Archives for Dallas Cobb

Dreamer’s Cove

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Dreamer’s Cove We had decided to raise our children on the North Fork because it reminded my husband and I... Read Story


Fatherhood

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

FATHERHOOD By John Meyer East Hampton The boy couldn’t have been more than ten. Latino kid, with the big, limpid... Read Story


Best Friends

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Suzanne and I were the best of friends. We grew up in South Freeport in the 60’s. Freeport was and... Read Story


Little Plains

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Little Plains “Brawk!!!! Brawk! Brawk! Brawk!” I was sitting on a well worn beach towel in the middle of a... Read Story


Louise

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Doug asks me “How did you lose yours?” I lean in closer as the diesel powering his sailboat made enough... Read Story


Talisman

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Talisman As we drove off the John Henry at Orient Point, the moist salt-scented, twilight air flew in the windows... Read Story


The Beach Family

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The Beach Family By Andrew Roth We were driving along Deerfield road to buy herbs for the flowerbed when the... Read Story


Death and Cormaria

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Through the eyes of an eight-year-old girl, Cormaria, hidden from Bay Street behind hedges and trees on the outskirts of... Read Story


Home at Last

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

School is out. It is the end of June and we packed up the old cream colored Ford station wagon... Read Story


Being Local

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Growing up on the North Shore of Long Island to me was divine; waterskiing, sailing in the bay, easy drives... Read Story


Transitions

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

I have a recurring dream where I am forced to move out of my home, the one I have tended... Read Story


Small Potatoes

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Small Potatoes by Selina Silecchia I grew up in Southampton, an Astoria, NY transplant, my first breath of Island air... Read Story


Anomaly

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

I am hard to classify. A local, yes, but more so, if that is possible. To explain the how is... Read Story


Life Cycle

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

June Planted in spring, firs squat roadside on Sound Avenue. When you drive past in June and see their Charlie-Brown... Read Story


The Red Creek

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Who would have ever stopped and thought that Red Creek Road was home to an actual red creek? Well, maybe... Read Story


East End Home

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Discovering the East End was a happy accident back in 1979. My new husband and I lived in Manhattan and... Read Story


High Tide

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and I was about to turn sixteen years old. I was... Read Story


My Pickled Past

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The salty, sticky breeze barely blew through my grandparents’ house in the dead of a north fork summer. It was... Read Story


Magnolia Drive

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Back home, we’d spend warm breezy nights at the beach. We’d make our way down narrow roads lined by small... Read Story


Acclimatize

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Acclimatize Become accustom to a new climate or new conditions. As taken from the Oxford English Dictionary. We came in... Read Story


July Third

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

I’m facing the open armpit of a man built like a champion surfer. His forearms are thick and he flexes... Read Story


Clams Casino

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

For all of my short existence, every summer, my family and I had made the drive from New York City... Read Story


Maestra

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Maestra The Prius bounced from pothole to pothole like a pinball, causing a dust storm. As Joy pulled up to... Read Story


Dune Road Dreams

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Two Thousand and Nine was Robin Stringer’s year. It started off with a travel writing trip to Las Vegas. A... Read Story


Breeze Weaver

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

Ah… the Hamptons…What is it about the Hamptons that continues to draw people from all over the world, returning each... Read Story


The Gift

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

In the days before the internet and all the benefits of personal computers, when international phone calls were expensive propositions,... Read Story


The Water

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

It’s mind-boggling how your life can change in an instant. One moment you are gliding through your life without a... Read Story


Marital Blitz

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

“They’re down at Turtle’s!” hollered a gruff voice seldom used to exude excitement. Suddenly most of the rods vanished from... Read Story


The Colors

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The Colors A blue and white striped boatneck shirt peeking out behind a billowy white scarf. Dark shaded aviator sunglasses.... Read Story


The Secret Beach

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The Secret Beach Rosemary McKinley There are beach people and there are mountain people as I have observed over the... Read Story


A Memorable Day

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

The Montauk train leaves for New York four times a day, carrying vacationers and day-trippers on their journey home. The... Read Story


Going Up Street

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

There were city kids and there were local kids and we played together during summers on the North Fork. There... Read Story


What’s Kept

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

It was the middle of my tenth grade year. My first time attending high school, and not just any high... Read Story


Life’s A Beach

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

7/7/14 LIFE’S A BEACH (final)1445 words As a child I was luckier than most because I grew up poor. Invariably... Read Story


Time

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

TIME Benjamin Franklin observed: “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.” I would... Read Story


Whimsy Waters

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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm

From our guesstimated calculations based on experience and encounters, my magical stuffed bear, Silkworm, and I have concluded there are... Read Story