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Grant Parpan

Grant Parpan is the executive editor for Times/Review Newsgroup.

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04/24/14 8:00am
Shoreham-Wading River freshman Brian Morrell has found himself in rare company by throwing two no-hitters in his first two varsity starts. (Credit: Bill Landon)

Shoreham-Wading River freshman Brian Morrell has found himself in rare company by throwing two no-hitters in his first two varsity starts. (Credit: Bill Landon)

Soon after Taylore Baker threw consecutive no-hitters in his first two varsity starts in 2008, the Canton, Ohio, teen and his father began researching who else had ever accomplished the feat.

They started by looking through the Ohio state record books. They also searched the Internet for a match elsewhere in the country.

They found no one. Until now.  (more…)

04/22/14 8:00am
Alberto Bengolea with three of the 15 horses boarded at the 4-H Camp on Sound Avenue. Veronica, left, was injured after someone cut the fencing on the property and the horses escaped overnight Sunday.

Alberto Bengolea with three of the 15 horses boarded at the 4-H Camp on Sound Avenue. Veronica, left, was injured after someone cut the fencing on the property and the horses escaped overnight Sunday. (Credit: Grant Parpan)

Shortly before 6 a.m. Easter Sunday, Willow Tree Farm owner Mette Larsen was awakened by a Riverhead police officer knocking on her door.

He had come to the Roanoke Avenue horse farm to inform her that he believed eight of her horses had escaped from the property and were roaming free along Sound Avenue. Panic set in for Ms. Larsen, who wondered why her alarm system hadn’t alerted her.

It wasn’t until she had dressed and rushed outside that she realized the horses didn’t belong to her. The eight horses were actually some of the 15 that are kept one mile west at the Dorothy P. Flint 4-H Camp on Sound Avenue.  (more…)

04/14/14 6:00am
As a young boy, it was hard for me to imagine that not everyone grew up with a big lake down the street. And then I met Dale.

As a young boy, it was hard for me to imagine that not everyone grew up with a big lake down the street. And then I met Dale.

Growing up a sports nut who lived up the block from a lake, I spent my childhood outdoors.

As soon as the weather got warm enough, I was running as fast as I could, splashing my way into Lake Panamoka.

To live on a street where hardly any cars passed, on a property big enough to hold a sandbox and a swingset, I took a lot of my childhood freedom for granted. I was living the middle class dream — my father working at a local newspaper and my mom teaching in my school — a lot of kids would have given anything for.

And I had no idea.  (more…)