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Tim Dalton with his prize-winning photo.
My son is a scuba diver, and one day last week I was looking at one of his diving magazines called “Beneath the Sea.”
I came upon a picture that won first prize in an underwater photography contest, of a scalloped hammerhead shark taken just as the shark was turning, about three feet from the photographer. The photographer was Tim Dalton, a long-time Islander who has lived here since he was five years old. (more…)
Stephen Tarpinian competing in one of his many Ironman events.
Life has so many twists and turns, ups and downs, sadness and happiness, that we sometimes question the old saying that God never gives us more than we can handle. (more…)
Living the dream — Islanders Bill Hannabury and his son Shane in front of the Augusta National clubhouse at the 2015 Masters in Augusta, Georgia during the tournament.
I am more than aware that technically March 21 is the first day of spring every year. But when you live on eastern Long Island you find that date laughable.
My reminder of spring is always in April and specifically when I see the beauty of everything blooming in Augusta, Georgia. The Masters you watched last week kicked off the season for 2015. (more…)
Ron Jernick at work as the official scorer for the Miami Marlins.
Hang around Shelter Island and you never know what will pop up next.
In the bank last week I ran into young Ron Jernick, town worker who helps keep the Island beautiful. Our discussion caught my full interest when he told me what his mom and dad were doing in Florida. Even though his parents moved away from the Island over 25 years ago, I did remember Ron Sr. but knew nothing about what he was doing or why he had moved to Florida. (more…)
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Anne DeStefano feeding the giraffe, with Bob Jr. and the columnist behind her.
I am finding that one of the things that comes with age is having the time to just sit around and think.
As I sit here in Florida, this column will prove that although the weather is just about perfect, I have very little to do.
So, as I start my second week of a two-week vacation, what I have to report is — I’m writing this column. (more…)