I am many miles away from my house in Orient. It’s a beautiful end-of-September day. Shouldn’t I be pulling up in my driveway? The sound of the tires hitting the bird’s-eye gravel. Each time we arrive, I can say we’re safe, we’re home. It’s a semicircular driveway. READ
Call it “North Fork Syndrome.”
It’s been impossible for me to miss the symptoms: heightened rhetoric, ad hominem attacks and a palpable lack of welcome. I speak, of course, of the accusation that someone is “not a local.”
Before I worked full-time, I attended church regularly on Thursday mornings. About six years ago, I spotted a gal who looked vaguely familiar sitting a couple of pews ahead of me. When it was time to exchange the peace, she turned around and faced me. READ
There’s a renewed push in the U.S. Congress for legislation to strengthen the federal government’s activities on Lyme disease, endemic on the North Fork, Shelter Island and all over Long Island.