In a lot of ways, I haven’t minded getting older.
Despite a couple of back surgeries (in fact, I am writing this column on the 10th anniversary of my first), I am a rather healthy guy in my mid-40s.
Last year, the Legislature passed a public notice bill (HB 7049) that went into effect Jan. 1.
The new law gives counties the option to place public notices solely on their own government website and dispense with any such notice in the traditional format — newspapers and newspaper websites.
Occasionally in life, we have watershed moments, some life-defining occurrence that suddenly sends our life or our perspective on life in a different direction.
I have had several watershed moments in my life, and the Apostle Paul’s words in Philippians 1:21 reminded me of one of them.
Haason Reddick leads the NFL in sacks. He’s having a postseason to remember.
And on Sunday he’ll play in the Super Bowl with the NFC champion Philadelphia Eagles.
We had the opportunity to speak with a few members of the Navarre Krewe of Jesters last week and I was glad we did.
It was certainly a lesson for both of us. We, of course, know what time of year the Mardi Gras parade is, but we don’t necessarily know when all the events are.
To our surprise, last week we had the opportunity to sit down and speak with District 4 Commissioner Ray Eddington.
It took some wrangling, but the meeting took place. As all of you know, we had a lot to ask.
In the 20-plus years I have been a journalist, I have covered hundreds of events, written thousands of stories. However, the story that had probably the biggest impact on my life wasn’t even a story that I wrote.
In October 2016, I was the editor of two different weekly newspapers, one that sadly isn’t around any longer and the other is not the paper that it used to be because of budget cuts, which is just as sad. That was when we found out that Alaqua Animal Refuge had rescued dozens of Great Danes.
The little girl’s face wrinkled up with incredulity and mild horror. “You drink sink water?!” she gasped.
My wife was drawing water from the tap at the kitchen sink, “Yes, don’t you?” “No!” the girl replied as if being asked if she drank from a toilet bowl.
Eight years have come and gone.
My first set of stories for the paper during the first week of February in 2015 included a story on Michael Carter and the recruiting attention that was just beginning to heat up with offers from Florida, Florida Atlantic and Tennessee.
On Saturday we attended the Navarre Beach Leaseholders Association’s regular meeting.
It is usually a packed room of leaseholders waiting to hear about the latest updates from beach officials, like the Navarre Beach Fire & Rescue Department, the board for the association, and usually our county commissioner.
