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Home: Home for Two Years

This community of ours has brought together incredible people, and just like spokes on the wheel of life, we need each other to keep our world turning.

On The Road: Waterways and the Great Divide

South. What exactly lay that way? I mean directly south — across the water of the turquoise Mediterranean. North Africa, for sure. But which part?

Forever Young: He, She, It

Remember “I Dream of Jeannie”? Well, probably most of you don’t.

Small Town Crank: Help Wanted

Our School District administrators are in a race of their own, shopping for new personnel to replace staff that retired or moved elsewhere in the last year.

On the Road: Have Fan, Will Travel

Yes, as weird as it might sound, I travel with my own box fan. It's llght-weight, packable and I sure as hell was not going anywhere without it — certainly not un-air conditioned Europe in August where testing ones survival instincts in hermetically sealed rooms is an endurance sport.

Markowski’s World: Youth, History, Buildings and Visitors

I’m sure you’ve seen him — Joe Markowski — pushing a stroller about town every day of the week, every week of the year, for five years.

Point of View: A March Through Time

Summer People is what we were called when we would come out to Sag Harbor after school let out in the 1960s.

Home: Esther and Joe Ricker are ‘Leaving Home’

Joe and Esther were able to buy their first home on Jermain Avenue in Sag Harbor from Harold McMahon for the price of $15,000.

On The Road: Sanitized for Your Protection

“You should have seen the size of the rats that used live down here,” said my husband, Adam, using his hands to indicate the length of a three-footer in what I suspect may have been a slight exaggeration, just like some of the fish he’s caught over the years. Or maybe not, based on my memories of the ye olde New York City back in the long gone days of the 1980s.

Point of View: Ice Cream or Die

My father is an ice cream addict. He is also diabetic. So when his doctor told him a few years ago he had to give up his ice cream, his response was swift.

On the Road: Diving into the Deep End of the Gene Pool

My daughter turned 16 this past weekend. Among the presents she received for her birthday was a new bike (which I’m not sure I’m going to let her ride around here now that Memorial Day has arrived) and a DNA testing kit.

Home: Mrs. Rita Smith: Praying to Call Sag Harbor Home.

Mrs. Rita Smith, who at 92 shines like the sun, remembers the prayer she once sent to the heavens. “I said to God, I always want to live in Sag Harbor."

On Art: Marsden Hartley’s Maine

“I wish to declare myself the painter from Maine,” wrote Marsden Hartley in an essay that accompanied his 1937 exhibition at An American Place.

On The Road: The Joy of the Attractive Nuisance and Well Fed Deer

It served its time well, and was much loved while it lasted. But alas, last week, it finally met its demise. “It” was the trampoline that has lived in our backyard for the past several years.

Point of View: The Sign in the Sand Box

Once upon a time there was a sand box. It was a small box, but it was cute and clean and soft and warm, especially when the sun was out.

Latest Articles

Thiele Pitches Commuter Trains in Sag Harbor

Members of the Teachers Association of Sag Harbor, the union of faculty employed by the Sag Harbor School District, expressed cautious support of the proposed South Fork Commuter Connection in a survey conducted by the school district last week.

Hurricane of 1938: Old Negatives Offer New View Of Storm’s Fury

Both black-and-white photographs—the first of a house near Lake Agawam, and the second of a home along Meadow Lane—were taken in Southampton Village shortly after the Category 3 hurricane, later named “The Long Island Express,” steamrolled the East End on the afternoon of September 21, 1938.

Hurricane of 1938: Even Downgraded, Storm Had Incredible Speed

Hurricane Nate amazed meteorologists not for its strength or size but for its speed. The storm had sustained winds of 85 mph when it arrived...