The National Day of Prayer was established in 1952 when President Harry Truman signed a bill into law saying that the president should declare one day a year a National Day of Prayer.
All the signs of the season are here! The sun is shining, temperatures are warm, cobia are running and the nesting shorebirds are back. I know everyone complains about slowing down across the causeway for them, but we do it for good reason. The black skimmers are a threatened species of bird and our shorelines are one of the largest nesting habitats in the region. So, from now until October, slow down for the safety of the chicks. You can read more about this on the Navarre Beach page (1D).
Admit it. You laughed when Virginia got hammered by UMBC – that stands for University of Maryland Baltimore County for those scoring at home – in the opening round of last year’s NCAA tournament.
Back in the mid-1970s, I had an after-school job driving a delivery van for a small furniture store in my hometown. One of my co-workers was a man named Cliff, a conservative Christian. Since I was not yet one myself, I found Cliff to be a really, nice guy with some odd ideas.
There were a lot of events over the weekend and more this coming weekend. Please check out all the events by looking at our local happenings page and the display ads including the Crawfish Festival on Pensacola Beach
We’ve all heard of the two certainties in life, death and taxes. You only die once, but April 15 comes around every year! I don’t know anyone who enjoys paying income taxes. We do whatever we can to pay as little as possible. Humorist, Will Rogers, quipped, “The income tax has made liars out of more Americans than golf.” The Jews in Jesus’ day cared even less for taxes; they were paid to Rome and were a bitter reminder of their subjugation.
Newspapers are the best place to work if you never want to feel like it is ground hog day – day after day – because every day is different and exciting. And, if you are a curious person, you get paid to be curious or as other people call it – nosey. I remember in Jr. High School, someone complained to the science teacher that I was nosey. And, he stood up in the class and said how important it was to be curious or nosey. The problem is – I’m curious about too many things. I have literally hundreds of how-to and other non-fiction books that I’ve started, and I don’t finish before I move on to the next – bright shiny object.
