Opinion

David E. Rattray
I don’t remember when or why I picked up a small plastic bottle of anise seed at Mitad del Mundo on North Main Street, but I was glad it was in a kitchen cabinet the other evening, when I decided to try my hand at making biscotti.
Helen S. Rattray
The fact is that many families hereabouts depend on hand-me-downs to clothe their kids. This is true for both old-time locals and newer arrivals.
Jack Graves
David Brooks wrote the other day about his fear that America might soon become a kakistocracy, and, of course, I had to look the word up. Derived from ancient Greek, it means, “government by the worst men.”
Editorial
East Hampton Town has begun soliciting proposals from organizations that seek to occupy the former Child Development Center of the Hamptons charter school off Stephen Hand’s Path in East Hampton, but at the outset, no consensus on how the building should be used has emerged.
Editorial
One of the good things here in 2018 could just as easily have turned out to be a tangled mess. After chemicals known to be harmful to health and the environment were found in groundwater in Wainscott, East Hampton Town, county officials, and the Suffolk Water Authority moved with remarkable speed to protect residents.
Editorial
Right in time for New Year’s Eve, Utah police took zero tolerance for drunken driving to a new low — .05 percent blood-alcohol level. The message is clear: The state’s legislature and governor believe that drinking and driving in any amount is a threat to public safety. Utah is backed in this by the National Transportation Safety Board, which also has advocated a 0.05 percent impairment threshold.
Helen S. Rattray
The day before New Year’s, I found myself wondering if there were resolutions I should make. Perhaps I could come up with something simple, promise myself not to go to bed with dishes in the kitchen sink or lights on in the living room. My husband makes sure the pots and pans are scrubbed before he calls it a day, and as a morning person, I am up and at it early the next day to put them away.
David E. Rattray
Empty but for the two of us on the top deck of the Cross Sound Ferry bound for New London on New Year’s Day, my middle child and I watched the waves. Evvy, named after my late father, takes after him in many ways, though they never met. It was her idea to explore the boat, and he, like us, would have been outside on the deck while the rest of the passengers sat quietly inside, away from the wind.