We’ve been through the mountains of New Hampshire together and driven the scenic route on Cape Cod more than once.
We’ve been to concerts and baseball games, job interviews and construction sites, parties and funerals. Even a funeral or two that eventually turned into a party. READ
The first time I visited my husband’s parents, I noticed that his dad carried a small radio from room to room of their New Jersey garden apartment, tuned to a Yankees game, just the way I carried a radio with me everywhere I went tuned to National Public Radio.
Sometimes I wish my politically moderate opinions were as sexy as the extreme ones some use to elicit a strong response from people.
I just don’t share those views. I don’t think I can help it. READ
My initial reaction to the news a few weeks back that Facebook had added six new reaction buttons to serve as alternatives to “liking” posts was that it was about damn time. In the days that followed, however, I’ve clicked the new options a grand total of zero times.
Joan Saunders of Mattituck, 88, knows where she’d be without her friends: at home, alone, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. READ
Last winter, a frequent Riverhead visitor emailed me several times to report that sidewalks on Route 58 had not been shoveled — as is mandated under town code — leaving people walking up and down the busy roadway.
After I followed up with the town, 40 businesses were cited. Most of them paid their $250 fines and life went on.
Fast-forward a year. READ
I was speaking with students in Aquebogue Elementary School teacher Bob Shilling’s fourth-grade class last week when one boy asked how long I’ve been with the paper. READ
Everybody has their own nostalgic reminders that carry them back to the days when times were simpler and life was a whole lot easier.