The End by Richard Scholer
THE END Richard Scholer This is the beginning of the end. I titled this paper the end because, for me, it’s the end of an era on the East End of Long Island. For the past fifty years I have managed to make the East End a part of my life. When I first discovered it I was in my …
Lost And Found By Kenneth Spadafora
Lost and Found By Kenneth Spadafora “Hazy Hot and Humid” the radio announcer chortled suddenly, waking me abruptly. I shifted slightly, rolled, hitting the snooze button much harder than I should have, while ignoring a damp, clammy sheet. Three sleep slumber seconds later, it was show time again, he was back on! “Really going be quite a scorcher” he blared again” the …
A Gift By Eileen Smith
A Gift By Eileen Smith We called it “the end,” and in truth it was. It was where the paved road, aptly calledDune Road, ended. You reached the inlet and you could seeFire Islandon the other side. We’d walk there from our house which was about three miles away. It was not an easy walk then. Much of it was …
Smells Like Camp by Carolyn Kirby
Smells Like Camp By Carolyn (Kist) Kirby Have you ever noticed how sometimes just a smell can transport you magically to another place and time? It can be so subtle, yet so powerful as to stop you in your tracks and bring an ear-to-ear smile immediately to your face. For me, it’s the smell of fresh cut …
Out East by Carolyn L’Hommedieu
Little Disturbances, Enormous Changes By Kathy Engel
Little Disturbances, Enormous Changes By Kathy Engel Grace Paley taught me that no showing of conscience regarding abuse of power and the well-being of people is too small to matter. She taught me that where you live is the place to begin. She taught me that doing the right thing according to your belief and conscience doesn’t require asking permission. …
Heart Of Glass By Laura Euler
Heart of Glass Laura Euler The summers of my childhood were spent at Nana’s house in Montauk. My great-grandmother lived all the year round in an old gray cottage overlooking the Atlantic. Every inch of that house was beloved to me: every stick of furniture, every bit of old glass, every worn blanket. The chair I was sitting in …
Blue Claws At Night By Laura Perno
“Blue Claws at Night” Laura Jean Perno Night crabbing is a coveted family secret that only my Dad and few otherLong Islandboatmen know of. There is a strange lunar phenomenon that occurs on theGreat South Bayfrom mid-August through early September when the fullness of the moon, its pull on the tides and position in relation …
Long Island Quahogs And Me By Laura Perno
Long Island Quahogs and Me By Laura Perno Long Island- two uniquely different shores, forked at the end and enclosed with an expansive barrier island calledFire Island, is a great place to live, offering amazingly diverse recreational opportunities for all. A perfect day onLong Islandmeant that Mom, Dad, my three younger brothers, John, T.J., Joe …
The Night They Came By Leonardo
THE NIGHT THEY CAME By Leonardo © 2012 Spring was waning and summer was only inches from waxing on that thirteenth day of June. The on-going battle for domination of the weather between the two seasons produced some mighty thick fog. My government-issued flashlight was of little help. It did a great job of scattering light but a lousy one …
