We at Sandpaper Publishing have much to be thankful for, beginning with our members and readers. You fuel the passion we have for publishing three newspapers each week for three communities. We work hard to report and write the stories the matter most to you.
Sometimes we focus on what we don’t have, or situations we aren’t in, and we lose sight of what we do have and where we are.
I know I have a lot to be thankful for – at all times – even when I’m wrapped up in the day-to-day busy-ness of life.
We at Sandpaper Publishing have much to be thankful for, beginning with our members and readers.
You fuel the passion we have for publishing three newspapers each week for three communities.
My wife has an endearing habit that I am gradually making my own.
She says, “thank you,” for everything I do. If I take out the trash, she says, “Thank you for taking out the trash.” When we go grocery shopping, she says, “Thank you for helping me do the shopping.”
The hope was that a comeback was going to happen. It was the only option on a mild November evening two weeks ago at Bennett C. Russell Stadium.
Yeah, Navarre trailed by 24 points in an opening round playoff game against Creekside, but no one thought it was over.
People have called me and stopped me at meetings to ask me what I thought about the Eddington upset over Piech.
Everyone is saying that they did not see how that could have happened. Well, that is because they are informed voters.
Election season is over – for a minute – and the politicians, politicos, media and social media savants are busy weighing the results.
Locally – where people and their government most often interact – the 2022 election results could usher in dramatic change on both the Santa Rosa County Commission and the Milton City Council.
I awoke with a start in full panic mode. It was morning and sunlight flooded our tiny motel room.
Shaking my wife, I shouted, “Get up, we overslept! We’re going to miss the ferry!” We bounded out of bed, threw on clothes, and wrangled our suitcases out of the room.
It appears the way some of the officials who help run high school athletics in the state is about as laughable as a night at the comedy club. The humor never stops.
I’m no weather expert, but hurricanes aren’t a new thing to Florida.
“Do we have enough candy?” my wife’s text read.
It was Halloween, she was leaving work, and her commute would take her past several grocery stores. I considered last year’s brisk trick-or-treat traffic and replied, “You should pick up another bag.”
