I would like to directly respond to the attacks that I have been receiving online and on social media in recent days. In the past weeks I have been targeted by a coordinated group of politically affiliated social media trolls as well as receiving threatening private messages. READ
Donald Trump is stealing from veterans and endangering the lives of their children to pay for his wall. Only Congress — and Lee Zeldin — can stop him. Mexico was never going to pay for the wall. READ
These presidencies — Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush (41), Clinton, Bush (43) and Obama — are the 12 administrations I’ve lived through so far. I hope to live through this 13th presidency. READ
The recent closing of Veterans Memorial Park beach due to high concentrations of dangerous bacteria should alert all residents of Southold to the precarious state of our water resources. READ
Albert Einstein is reputed to have said, “Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.” I’ll get back to this.
Southold Town is wrapping up its comprehensive plan, but code changes being proposed by the town to allow processing on farmland fail to consider the negative impacts of exempting these industrial uses from full review.
As tennis observers around the world gather together at Flushing Meadows in a few weeks for our approaching National Tennis Championships, an older observer of the scene keeps returning to a collection of chapters and essays in an outstanding and historical narrative about the sport, written by an extraordinary reporter of champions. READ
In 2014, with no prior connection to the North Fork, I bought a house in Southold on a wing and a prayer, fingers crossed for a good local community — to go with the irresistible natural appeal of the beaches, farms and vineyards. I had a good vibe. I also knew good vibrations don’t always play out like a Beach Boys song. READ
As I watch my community stagger and reel from the blow we have been dealt, I have thought almost constantly, “What can be done?” The sinking feeling, the nagging thought that creeps in is: “Nothing.” READ
It was a sad day last week when Pete Stevens walked out the door of The Book Scout for the last time. It was another link cut from the chain connecting us to the past, back to a time when rents were reasonable and used book stores, like The Book Scout, could survive, if not prosper. READ