There are many people who can write more knowledgeably, with considerably more experience in the village, and who can better articulate on the subject of Sag Harbor than I, but there’s never been a place I’ve been more humbly proud (I know, weird juxtaposition but it’s true) to call home.
Starting with a single spark, which quickly grew to a blazing conflagration and ultimately ended in considerable loss, yesterday became another one of a series of days that will be marked with sadness in the history books for Sag Harbor. The destruction of a large piece of the heart of the village leaves holes in the hearts of many, much larger than the now empty space that formerly housed 90 Main Street.
I am saddened by the loss of the iconic Art Deco neon Sag Harbor Cinema sign and the building which it has graced for decades, of the countless original artworks that had been on display at the RJD Gallery, of the other businesses that have served this community so well, and most of all by the homes and hearts of the people who have been displaced. But I know that although this is, right now, a crushing blow, I also know that Sag Harbor will rise again, as it has done every single time in its storied history. Sending love and light.