Opinion Archive

We’ve got Tim Tebow in the NFL, Tony La Russa unhappy with his own player violating a rule that isn’t even written down and fans at games behaving like the teacher just left the room for five minutes.

Man, sports, get your mind right. Because at the moment, you’ve lost it.

Attention all Drivers, I want to let everyone know that the Hickory Shores Blvd. area is devastated by a hit and run accident concerning a neighborhood Yellow Labrador Retriever named Denver.

With the return of warmer weather and release from pandemic restrictions, many are focusing on outdoor activities where residents and visitors can enjoy the return of activities outside the home.

I grew up with snow and ice in the winter, the smell of burning leaves in the fall and tulips popping up in strange places in the spring, along with a sea of mud.

The summers in Illinois were warm enough for swimming and boating, as long as you chose the right day of the year and the right time of the day.

It is interesting how habits creep their way in and out of our lives.

When I arrived in Navarre late in 2018, it was my habit to work out four to five days a week.

Please, please, please … Do not park cars in the boat ramp parking lot that is clearly marked for Boat Trailer parking only. You are excited to go boating and you load up the boat for a great day at Crab Island.

The big news in the last week was that the Pensacola Bay Bridge finally reopened, and everyone is already breathing easier.

Once upon a time, the Blackwater River was a conveyor belt of prosperity. Loggers floated longleaf pine trunks to the mills.

Resilient seems to be the most fitting word to describe the senior athletes who will walk across the stage at graduation Saturday inside the Bay Center in Pensacola.

It’s fitting because it took a lot of resilience mixed in with mental toughness and a willingness to adapt to get through a senior season that was anything but normal.

I grew up jumping off high dives, which were common in community pools back then. I spent hours each week in the water during the summer months, both the chlorinated kind and the muddy lukewarm river kind that ran past my house.