I met both of them just one time, and all of me wishes I could go back in time to share a few more special moments with each one of them.
I’m sure you must have seen her on her way to the post office, one of the friendliest people in Sag Harbor, with a sunny smile that seems to light-up Main Street, and a warmth that spreads like butter.
The college search is on, and among the promises is one that says parents eat free on campus whenever they visit their offspring. Free? At $65,000 a year for tuition, room and board, feeding mom and dad seems like the least they can do!
When I was twenty, far too young to know any better, I booked a one-way ticket on a Yugoslavian freighter bound for Tangier, Morocco.
One of the most memorable dishes I’ve ever eaten was a plate of Thai basil chicken at a neighborhood restaurant near my student apartment during my graduate school days.
Since my own retirement I have stumbled upon many articles about the best places on earth to retire.
Oh, to be 19 again, when air travel was still a novel experience and the notion of flying to Paris on a Boeing 747 was a dream come true.
The sound of hundreds of alerts being issued simultaneously on hundreds of cell phones and digital devices filled the tropical night air. Just one thought went through my mind. “Uh oh … here we go again.”
The shooting in Parkland, Florida, where 17 students and teachers were killed, is one of 17 school shootings in 2018, according to EveryTown for Gun Safety.
Last year, I think everyone was concerned about the election of our current president. Not only did we not get our first female president, but we got a man who’s talk, rhetoric and history with women was a throwback from some Madmen episode.
My dad and mom want for almost nothing at their tropical retirement paradise. But they can’t get real bagels, so he asked me to bake a batch while I was visiting. When he tasted them, just out of the oven, he gave them his highest compliment: “Not bad.”
Jackie Vaughan woefully reminisces about a time when everyone in her Sag Harbor neighborhood knew each other and looked out for each other.
I’m going to pose a rhetorical question here … Does the world really need another service animal?
I was there to bury my best friend Jack, our flat-coated retriever, who had died the night before, just 10 weeks shy of his ninth birthday.
David Hockney's peripatetic life and personal experiences have been the sum and substance of his work since his days at London’s Royal College of Art.