THE WORLD KNOWS ALL ABOUT MONTAUK IN MIDSUMMER. BUT THE PLEASURES OF A RESPITE AT GURNEY’S IN THE FROZEN MONTHS? THAT’S A SECRET WE’RE ALMOST RELUCTANT TO SHARE.

There is a place to the east where the highway falls into the ocean. It is where dry pavement gives way to briny waters, more like a wide sand bar than a true peninsula.

THESE ARE A FEW OF ALEC BALDWIN’S FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT JULIE ANDREWS: SHE’S STRONG, SHE HAS INTEGRITY, SHE’S GODDAMN FUNNY, AND, OF COURSE, THAT VOICE.

Back in the 1980s, the tale of the so-called "Maidstone Con Man" captured imaginations well beyond the fairways of the storied club.

Rolled up and stored in a mailing tube, lying for decades in a New England attic, the canvas had collapsed onto itself at one end. There was water damage, too, effectively gluing together two sections of the roll. When it was finally stretched out, the paint had pulled off both sides, leaving foot-long white scars.

Forty years ago this summer, two and a half hours west of here, a heat wave brought an already intense summer to a boil. New York City, litter-strewn and struggling, had declared bankruptcy. The blackout of 1977, lasting 25 hours and hitting most of the city, led to looting and torched storefronts. The Yankees were battling their way out of the blighted Bronx to win a championship. It was the summer Star Wars lit up the screen. It was the summer of Sam. 

The Trump name is everywhere, on steaks, on schools, on beautiful chocolate cakes, on White House stationery, on hotels from Aspen to Azerbaijan. So why is the Trump name not in the Hamptons?