Lou Reed: From The East Village To The East End
August 11, 2016 4:59 pmWith Halloween four days away, Lou Reed died on a Sunday morning on Long Island. How’s that for timing? And... Read Story
With Halloween four days away, Lou Reed died on a Sunday morning on Long Island. How’s that for timing? And... Read Story
Now that the summer crowds are gone, I can finally hear the ocean’s roar from my front porch in Montauk.... Read Story
Probably the coldness of that day was magnified by the wind in the cemetery. It was blowing with light snow flakes... Read Story
There is a children’s Christmas story about an island, “the Island of Misfit Toys”, where broken or lost toys go.... Read Story
Poxabogue Park is a patch of wild land near Bridgehampton. An embankment along the north edge of the park carries... Read Story
It’s another perfect day in the, once sleepy, fishing village of Montauk. After the long hazy drive through Southampton... Read Story
I needed to get my hands on a serious weapon and lots of ammunition or retreat to the eastern end... Read Story
I run a bar called the Stephen Talkhouse. Back in the late 1970s, before I owned it, I happened to... Read Story
The sky was a vibrant baby blue over Shinnecock Hills. A tall scrub pine tree reached skyward as if to... Read Story
Somewhere, nowhere, to the west of Westhampton sits a quiet little town that keeps to itself. It’s unsung, it’s unnoticed... Read Story
When I was growing up we lived in Southampton Village, and being a adventuresome boy with a good bicycle, I... Read Story
2016-We’re in Montauk again to celebrate. This time it’s my wife’s birthday and Father’s Day. We leave the Grice house... Read Story
Some residents of the Hamptons can trace their local history back to the 1640’s; almost 400 years. The question is,... Read Story
I wasn’t sure what to expect. Staying up till midnight with a house full of kids just to get a... Read Story
She was only eleven-years old when she died in November of 1724. According to the ancient tombstone in the... Read Story
Yellow tea cups peacefully dried in the vintage kitchen, while Ma plugged in the transistor radio that late morning. Static... Read Story
Roughly two decades ago a medical protocol called the “5th Vital Sign” – that of determining the level of pain... Read Story
On a brutally hot day in July, my feet usurp control of my bike and send me peddling in the... Read Story
“All I want is a one room house,” I recall my mom telling my dad as we drove once again... Read Story
All I’m saying is that summer is overrated. I’ve felt that way all my life, even today, living with a... Read Story
She would have liked it here. She would have liked the calmness of the bay and the loud calls of... Read Story
I had water on my mind. When you mine sand for fifty years, you’re bound to hit water. That’s not... Read Story
“Hold on!” dad said, in a calm but urgent sort of way. I took my right hand off the reel... Read Story
Last weekend we were at a local Hamptons hang having dinner and the TV in the restaurant was tuned to... Read Story
Another week has come and gone; it’s time for Mother’s bath. A practice, I must admit, that holds all the... Read Story
Long Island’s East End is like any other body of land surrounded by water. Yes? Well, not really. We can... Read Story
YES, I SLEPT WITH THE MAN THAT NAMED “THE HAMPTONS”, There are only two conditions that exist on the planet,... Read Story
I embarked for America on the RMS Queen Mary on Thursday, August 12, 1965 from Southampton, England. This was not... Read Story
Once upon a time…Sorry for the cliché, but even more perturbing is that I was there at that time. Anyway,... Read Story
I wake, in a penetrating dark, to slobbering kisses from carefree Scot, the Greenport Labrador who’s staying at The Dog... Read Story
A few years ago my husband and I spent an early spring weekend on the East End of Long Island,... Read Story
“Those are Hampton Hedges.” My mom would say that as we passed by the tall green Privet hedges on Potunk... Read Story
Uncle George said, “If you miss the ladder, just swim to the basin.” He said that so we wouldn’t be... Read Story
Louse Point seems named unfairly. No doubt there was a good – meaning, plain – reason for it: the shape... Read Story
I’ll have to use the cop-out Hollywood uses when a true story has to be embellished to make it... Read Story
Here we ware are late 70’s life is great when your a young teenager and your best friends mom is... Read Story
Colors are all around us we just never consciously think about it.Take it as a simple fact of life.Probably don’t... Read Story
No. No no no no noooooo. My heart sinks as I hear the dull ping of metal upon wood. Instinctively... Read Story
It seems so long ago now that my third-grade teacher Catherine Lawrence took our class of twenty-one students from St.... Read Story
“All the good the past hast had, remains to make our own time glad.” WHITTIER My father, Saviour Cauchi, had... Read Story
I entered her on a hot August day in 2009 in Southampton, NY. As the glass-paneled doors opened, I could... Read Story
One of my favorite poets Arthur Rimbaud wrote, “I’ve found it Eternity. It’s the sun mingled with the sea.” If... Read Story
During the summer of 1971 my Westhampton neighbor Jeanne Sullivan and I were hell bent on learning to drive. We... Read Story
The fences started it all. A few years ago, I started seeing large swatches of beach roped off to protect... Read Story
Though months after 9/11, the smell of burnt metal and plastic still lingered in the moist, thick air of Chinatown... Read Story
It was the summer of “Star Wars,” it was the summer of the Son of Sam and it was the... Read Story
I made a plan that i almost forgot about. I was going to live at Westhampton during the summer and... Read Story
“Why do you need all of that, all of that?” he gestured angrily at her two suitcases and sputtered out... Read Story
I have been working in the Hamptons since 2011. My job brings me to many beautiful estates with sprawling lawns... Read Story
When I started working in the Hamptons in 2011, I was surprised how much the south fork had changed. My... Read Story
He lay there. Or, more accurately, there he lies. Supinely displayed, softly defined and bluely lit. The crags and folds... Read Story
He lay there. Or, more accurately, there he lies. Supinely displayed, softly defined and bluely lit. The crags and folds... Read Story
Just past Mastic and the Shirleys, lined with creeks, coves and the bay, we discovered the Moriches. It was Memorial... Read Story
While generally considered a smart person (double Ivies, high SAT scores, Advanced Placement everything), I am totally useless when it... Read Story
During his period in Long Island De Kooning rode his bike daily to Louse Point where he observed the water.... Read Story
I don’t know how this story will end, but this much I know – sometimes life leads us far away... Read Story
It was a Saturday morning in October, several years ago, when we were headed to the North Fork to celebrate... Read Story
Driving across the George Washington Bridge, on the upper level… to the Cross Bronx Expressway …to the Throgs Neck Bridge…... Read Story
Long before Superstorm Sandy hit the New York area, a hurricane of great magnitude struck the east end of Long... Read Story
On the day my brother Jimmy graduated from Villanova University one of the friends he made while in college, John... Read Story
“How Much Wood Could a Woodchuck Chuck If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood?” ... Read Story
We relocated from Levittown to Stony Brook because of me. I’m eleven. In Levittown I hung out with the wrong... Read Story
The Ponquoque bridge is a 2,812 foot taffy span stretching and arching doggie down over the Shinnecock Bay connecting Hampton... Read Story
Out in the water, to the right, is a rock in the shape of a lion’s head. It rests its... Read Story
Breathless, restless, hand-in-hand we race to water’s edge to dance in the foam of a leftover wave. Tempting fate or... Read Story
“The color is wrong,” said the man behind the heavy glass window. “But—all the website said was green sweats,” I... Read Story
It was 30-30 with two more points left to go to win the match in the finals of the women’s... Read Story
The Iron Wind was making good headway through Plum Gut and the winds and tide were in our favor. The... Read Story
No i don’t have a childhood memory of growing up on East end of Long Island.Why? Because i was thirty... Read Story
Charlie and I drove sleepily through the town of Montauk. It was just after dawn, mid-week in August and we... Read Story
Sometimes, in the pre-dawn light of a cold November morning, at a beach near Amagansett, the ghosts come back... Read Story
“Move one bead over. Count your sacrifice. And then, keep going.” Light a candle. Say a prayer . . .... Read Story
This is a story about a community, about a people, and, importantly, about a slice of American history as experienced... Read Story
If there be any doubt as to the restorative powers of the sea, one need only spend a day on... Read Story
In the sea of brown, I spotted my ten-year-old daughter Ava. She moved rhythmically atop her pony, Mirage, with her... Read Story
A boat represents escape. It provides the opportunity to escape the possibilities of life on earth. Not only that,... Read Story
I was heading east on Sunrise Highway with the wind in my hair, the warm sun upon my face and... Read Story
One day your 69, the next you’re 70. What’s the difference? Damned if I know but my pending birthday has... Read Story
The odor hit me as if I had just walked into a sliding glass door. Ammonia! I nearly fainted. I... Read Story
I had cancer. Twice. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma both times. I have been in remission for over a year now. I go... Read Story
I had never been to the Hamptons before. I had heard that the traffic was unbearable on weekends, but I... Read Story
It was the sight of the trees growing down towards the sand at the water’s edge that drew me to... Read Story
In the year of 1963 I was a 15 year old kid spending my summers in Wading River ,Long Island... Read Story
As young newlyweds, my husband and I loved the simple ocean views, swooping gulls, and colorful kites on Ditch Plains... Read Story
“Hey look,” the man pointed frantically to the sky, “a bald eagle!” I looked incredulously up at the pinkish sky,... Read Story
I will be leaving soon. But for now I am enjoying the sensation of my head on this cool pillow. ... Read Story
It was May,2016 and a young man was coming to visit. He was from Texas and leaving behind 100* weather. ... Read Story
My daughter, Sara, ordinarily a late sleeper tugs me out of bed for an early morning walk on the beach.... Read Story
One beautiful summer afternoon, Joan and I were invited to a clambake on Shelter Island. Our friends had a wonderful... Read Story
“Blue and green or yellow and orange?” “Huh?” “Blue and green or yellow and orange. Which do you like?”... Read Story
We have in have a grey house with white trim like many other Hampton homes, but this house is unlike... Read Story
“Are you serious? There’s traffic out east? It’s 11:30 on a Tuesday morning!” It was a bright but chilly day... Read Story
Really. I don’t. Why? Well, to me, the East End is in a time warp. It has no... Read Story
Good old house. Sealed up with everything that made last weekend fun and life palatable for another week. Love-hate is... Read Story
Billy observed many things from the passenger seat of his family’s minivan. The trees, poles, and motorcars flashed like objects... Read Story
My mind couldn’t keep up with how fast my life was changing, nor could my stomach keep up with the... Read Story
For Better or For Republican……a bipartisan love affair Relocating often with my husband in the military, and experiencing a myriad... Read Story
If the Hamptons has a heart, then the Jitney is its bloodline. It keeps that muscle pulsing with a steady... Read Story
The dump closed at 4 PM on the dot every Sunday. If I was late, I had three choices: 1)... Read Story
After attending the 8:30 Sunday Mass in Montauk’s St. Therese of Lisieux Church, my husband and I drove to Ditch... Read Story