The East Hampton Star

Turned away from Main Beach on Friday night by a giant party featuring a Trojan horse, a friend and I headed to Georgica to enjoy some Hampton Chutney takeout. Georgica was busy, but not overly so. Several small groups picnicked here and there, and a larger, catered party for what looked to us like an extended family was just getting going off to the right of the lifeguard stand, with a bar, food-prep tent, and tables lit by tiki torches.

“Good news,” Alex Kriegsman, a Sag Harbor attorney, told the village planning board last week. “This is the easiest application you will ever have to review.” He was speaking of the application of the so-called Maycroft Club, an offshoot of the Sag Harbor Yacht Club seeking to convert an existing house into a facility to be used in conjunction with the yacht club for meetings and offices. A pool has been proposed, and the plan involves bedrooms for staff and a small kitchen.

A celebration of the life of Henry Lester will be held on Sept. 20 from 3 to 6 p.m. at the American Legion Hall in Amagansett. Mr. Lester died on Oct. 14, 2025, at the age of 77. A resident of Springs for many years, he had lived in Sebastian, Fla., for about 10 years. Harold (Herb) Herbert opened Herb’s Market in 1963.

Six teens, six nonprofits, one shot at $10,000. Pitch Your Peers Teen hosted its inaugural pitch day at Scoville Hall in Amagansett on Sunday. The organization gives young people an opportunity to serve their communities and learn how local philanthropy works. Student members who complete 25 hours of community service each year qualify to present on behalf of a nonprofit, in the hope of winning a $10,000 grant for that organization.

Saturday’s meeting of the Wainscott Citizens Advisory Committee got off to a rocky start when the committee’s chairman informed members and guests that, at the last minute and at the behest of the committee’s liaison to the East Hampton Town Board, he had unilaterally decided to rescind an invitation to a Wainscott resident who was to speak about contamination of groundwater with perfluorinated chemicals, or PFAS.

As of Thursday afternoon, seats were still available to see a talk by Gail Levin, an art historian and the author of "Alice Baber: An Artist's Triumph Over Tragedy," at the John Jermain Memorial Library in Sag Harbor on Friday at 4 p.m. The book, published by Pegasus Books earlier this year, explores the life of the Abstract Expressionist artist, who died in 1982, and how she had work in the permanent collections of the biggest museums in New York by the time she was in her 50s, but then...

After decades as a Main Street staple, Herb’s Market in Montauk will be closing its doors for good at the end of September. In a social media post that received thousands of views and hundreds of comments, the owners, Joe Ferraro and his parents, Carl and Diane Ferraro, said, “after so many years of being a part of the Montauk community, our time is coming to an end at the end of September.” They also announced they will be selling all their equipment and fixtures before they close their doors.

Editorial Every culture and community has its emblematic heroes: Texas, the Cowboy Capital of the World, has its wranglers and Rangers; Alaska is defined in the public imagination by its daring bush pilots. And when we think of the South Fork? We think of fishermen — and lifeguards. Lifeguards in their red swimming gear, diving into harm’s way to save others, are as representative of the East Hampton spirit as the baymen in their tall waders.

With one rider left in the initial round of the $400,000 Longines Hampton Classic 5-Star Grand Prix — the grand finale of the horse show — it looked like Kent Farrington had the title locked down and there would be no jump-off. Farrington, the number-one rider in the world, and his horse, Greya, were the only pair to jump clear, finishing Nick Granat’s challenging 17-effort, 1.60-meter course in 79.34 seconds.

It’s a bummer. While summer is not technically over, Labor Day, for many, heralds the end of the season. Where did the time go? Late last week, that question came up among the five members of our daily morning coffee klatch at Goldberg’s in Sag Harbor. One of the early risers in our group operates a large pool service company and he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ve already closed up a bunch of pools,” he said late last week.