Opinion Archive

At work, I park near a vacant lot that is littered with debris, trees and the occasional burst of color.

Last week, I noticed that in addition to dozens of chaotic and prolific small yellow flowers, there were a few pale purple blooms.

Initial impressions can sometimes be deceiving.

At any point in time the subject of interest may be in a brief transitory state which soon passes into a condition more representative of the creature’s true nature, especially insects.

A friend once described the vacations my wife and I take to rural Indiana as “homey.” That is an apt description. Life slows down dramatically, and we get much-needed rest. If you are stressed out or suffering from insomnia, read on.

One recent vacation highlight was daily watching a groundhog venture out to forage for food. The chubby rodent had burrowed under a storage shed behind my father-in-law’s house.

I’ve heard people complain that there is nothing to do in Navarre or surrounding nearby communities.

However, if you hear this in the next 1.5 months – it must be someone that is in a basement without connection to the outside world. (There are very few basements in this area.

Loss. Loss. Loss. Loss.

It is kind of a dreary start to a column but it’s a simple way of stating that the beginning of the 2018 volleyball season, Ryan Davenport’s first as the head coach, did not start off well.

It doesn’t really matter where I was 20 years ago Saturday, because I wasn’t in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon or flying over Pennsylvania.

But any American old enough to remember that day, remembers where they were when they heard what was happening, when they saw the images on television.

My wife and I just returned from two restful weeks in rural Indiana. For the first time in years, we made the trip by air, flying out of the Destin-Fort Walton Beach airport.

On our departure day, the airline sent a notice encouraging us to arrive 2.5 hours early. Not a problem, we were packed and ready, and our ride picked us up on schedule.