I’m not sure who needs to see this column in Santa Rosa County to make it happen, but I’d really love it if we could get a public pool at either end of the county some point before the end of time. Having a pool at both ends of the county would be even better.
To all the head football coaches out there, enjoy the good days.
Enjoy the wins. Enjoy the moments when the entire town you are coaching in has your back and cheers you on every chance it gets.
We get too caught up at times with recruiting and the pressure of getting noticed.
I get it. Everyone wants to play at the next level. It’s the dream. And there’s nothing wrong with dreaming big.
Most of my friends are considerably younger than me, as in, “I am old enough to be their father” younger than me. Our age difference is not an issue. It is not apparent in our conversations, at least from my perspective. My friends, of course, see what I do not: a white-haired man talking. But it doesn’t seem to matter. Occasionally, however, like a poker player’s tell, I will say something that instantly marks me as from a different generation. Usually, it is me quoting some iconic, funny line from a television show I grew up watching. Not only are my friends unfamiliar with the iconic line, but they usually have never even heard of the television show.
In communities across Florida, from Milton to Navarre, the quiet lines on zoning maps are being redrawn with alarming frequency. What was once a tool for thoughtful planning has become a revolving door for developers seeking exceptions. But zoning isn’t meant to be flexible on demand—it’s a promise to residents, a blueprint for sustainable growth, and a safeguard for the character of our towns.
Florida has some interesting rules when it comes to high school football.
I learned last week that apparently high school football teams here are not allowed to play an opponent from another state in a Kickoff Classic.
Actions have consequences, and so does inactions, especially when the inaction is an extraordinary number of state residents who do not complete their census survey. We count every person because every person counts.
It’s hard to believe we are starting up another high school sports season.
I swear, each year it seems like summer goes by faster than the last. Time really does fly, I guess.
“I read it on the internet, so it must be true,” has been the running joke for years among those who know that information retrieved from the internet is notoriously unreliable. Now we have AI, artificial intelligence; how reliable is it?
