“Aircraft five minutes out!” boomed a disembodied voice over a giant loudspeaker, breaking the reverend silence of over 1,000 gathered on the flight line at Gabreski Air National Guard Base in Westhampton Beach. 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
Rolling Stone is for sale. Not that I have looked at it in years. It was and is a magazine primarily for young men. There was a time, though, when I read it religiously. On my way to the stacks in my college library, I was often waylaid at the periodicals section for hours as I studied the magazine. READ
In January 2004, a headline in The Suffolk Times caught my attention: “Eight Degrees – eight Pups.” Under the headline was a picture of a dog nursing her litter of puppies. The photo was captioned: “Amazing Grace, a story of survival and resilience.” READ
Her name was Meghan. She had seen an article about how I was traveling the states in search of stories of kindness and reached out to me via Facebook to offer me a place to stay. READ
Unless you’re looking for it, the Edwards Farm in Orient can easily escape your notice.
You come upon it on the south side of Main Road just west of Latham Sand & Gravel and less than a mile before you reach the entrance to the Orient Point ferry. The Edwards name is nowhere to be found on a small beige sign with red lettering that identifies the property only as a “Peconic Land Trust Preserve.” READ