I’m not always the sharpest technological pencil in the pack, so it took me a while to catch on to the fact that the ads appearing on my Facebook newsfeed were not just randomly things I liked. Like a long while. Years, in fact.
I just thought of it as one of the little miracles of life that the ads that I saw were often for things I actually sought or had thought of buying.
People seem surprised when I show up at meetings. I’m on the board of the Navarre Beach Area Chamber of Commerce Foundation and have been on the board for more than 10 years.
When I walked in yesterday, they seemed surprised. They thought I wouldn’t be able to make it with the addition of two new papers.
My obsession with coffee had me driving to a market in Pensacola for a specific, locally roasted coffee when a myriad of coffee products is available around the corner.
As I entered the coffee aisle, my access to the bean dispensers was blocked by a bewildered couple in conversation with another customer who occasionally pointed to the dispensers in answer to their questions.
We sometimes forget that it’s 2022, not 1992, and that the world of college athletics, especially the football landscape, has changed in ways we could have never imagined a few decades ago.
If only Kirk Herbstreit and Desmond Howard understood that.
Out-of-the way corners in abandoned places conjure up a variety of disquieting images.
The early winter silence in these neglected locales gives way to the subtle scurrying of unknown creatures attempting to avoid contact and confrontation.
For Christmas this year, I got some of the most wonderful gifts of all – feedback from readers that they love Navarre Press and appreciate our role in the community.
A few people went out of their way to send us this gift. Others mentioned it when they were making sure their subscriptions didn’t expire.
