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PSEG Renews Cable Laying Roadwork in Sag Harbor, East Hampton

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Motorist traveling the Bridgehampton-Sag Harbor Turnpike have been encountering traffic delays due to PSEG Long Island construction work. STEPHEN J. KOTZ

Motorist traveling the Bridgehampton-Sag Harbor Turnpike have been encountering traffic delays due to PSEG Long Island construction work. STEPHEN J. KOTZ

authorStephen J. Kotz on Sep 30, 2025
What seems like perennial roadwork around Sag Harbor from the Bridgehampton-Sag Harbor Turnpike to Route 114 will continue into the fall, PSEG Long Island said this month. Elizabeth Flagler, a... more

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