“In the middle of this red-hot summer, my neighbor’s lawn was cool green. Mine was the Sahara desert, except for the presence of 1,001 dandelions and the absence of camels.”
No, I’m not delusional. Above is the first paragraph of my first column for The Suffolk Times, Oct. 7, 1999, a little over 15 years ago. Nearly 200 columns done. Fifteen years from now? Let’s not talk about that. (more…)
The sun rising over Orient Harbor in Orient. (Credit: Tim Kelly, file)
It all began with my brother Jean’s crazy idea to get on his old Peugeot bike and pedal away from New York City to Eastern Long Island. Decision in Riverhead: North Fork? South Fork? It would be North. Arrived in Orient Village — it was love at first sight. Jean called the family, mother, grandmother, sister, brother. “A beautiful village. I’m taking the train back to get you. You must come to Orient.” (more…)
Farm workers harvesting spinach at Bayview Farm on the Main Road in Aquebogue. Photo by Barbaraellen Koch.
I’ve had a question on my mind: If a son or a daughter were about to decide on a career, which choice of theirs would make me proud? Here are some answers.