At the end of a dead-end road in Holley, the largest known collection of artifacts from the turpentine industry is kept in a tidy clay-colored building behind Raymon Melvin’s home.
Melvin, whose dad, granddads and great-granddads all trace their roots to the industry, started his collection when he was 22.
I just returned from a morning walk in the fog. While I hate driving in fog, walking in it is another experience.
The world takes on a soft haze, its edges rounded off and colors dimmed. Sidewalks get shorter. It’s like peering at life through a gauzy curtain.
At 37, Tommy VonAchen is on the young side to be a snowbird.
But the Michigan man spends six months in Florida each year, working in the same business but from slightly different angles.
When I was younger, I couldn’t believe that I would reach an age where I would be walking in my mom’s orthopedic shoes. I don’t mean literally.
I mean that you can’t understand being old(er) until you get there.
A Milton tow truck driver is being hailed as “Our Hero – Our Angel” by the mayor of Fort Walton Beach’s family after saving him and his wife from a burning vehicle.
Mayor Dick Rynearson and his wife, Janey, were heading to a gas station off Interstate 10 near Live Oak Jan. 26 when their car was t-boned and burst into flames.
Pastor Ronnie Bearden’s puppet ministry started with a soft, pastel-colored stuffed glow worm that he snatched off a crib in the church nursey on his way into preschool chapel.
It was the first day of school, the children were crying and whining, and he realized that what he had prepared wasn’t going to fly. So, he improvised, unzipping the toy’s back, ripping out the battery pack and naming him Eddie.
