On April 20, 1979, a 13-year-old Smithtown boy named John Pius was found dead in a patch of woods behind an elementary school. His death had been remarkably cruel: He had been beaten, and stones the size of marbles had been shoved down his throat. He choked to death. READ
On Dec. 23 a group of people gathered to bury a loving mom, wife, sister, aunt and friend. READ
The leading political contest in Suffolk in 2019 will be the race for county executive, the top post in Suffolk County government. READ
Just about every week in our print edition we publish a Paw Print cartoon from Shelter Island artist Peter Waldner. Here’s six of our favorite from last year. READ
At our house, Santa leaves fruit and nuts in the Christmas stockings.
We understand it’s because he has traveled all over the world, to places where oranges and coconuts and pecans and pomegranates grow, far away from our snowy world. READ
In January, our papers began publishing the North Fork History Project, a series of stories showcasing the remarkable history of our area. We began with the massive wall of ice that, as it retreated, scraped and carved the land we live on now — its rivers, salt creeks, ponds, hills, valleys and bays. READ
As I scrolled through my Twitter feed on a recent Tuesday night, my gambler instincts shot up. The New York Knicks, riding a five-game losing streak, were switching their starting lineup to what I assumed would be an even worse defensive team. I checked the point spread and saw the Knicks as seven-point underdogs.
Easy money, I thought. READ
In the holiday rankings, Thanksgiving always seems high atop any list. What’s not to love? Endless food, football games all day — and no pressure to buy any gifts. It’s a stress-free holiday (unless you’re in charge of the turkey, in which case, good luck). But if you’re heading to a relative’s house, bringing a pie or bottle of wine covers it. READ
Thanksgiving always puts me in a reflective mood. Although I’ve lived in Los Angeles for the past two decades, my fondest childhood memories took place on the North Fork of Long Island. This year will be a dream come true: a Southold Thanksgiving with family and friends. READ
There’s a scene about midway through Michael Dweck’s documentary “The Last Race” when the screen quickly flashes to the moment of impact in a fiery crash. (more…)