Letter to the editor no thank you
Dear Editor,
No thank you. We, the people of Santa Rosa County, do not want your one million dollar gift to us.
Thanks anyhow Mr. Byron Cotton for trying to give us 15 acres of land to bui…
Ode to Milton Florida Santa Rosa County
Written by Penny. D. Cobb-Jones Class of 1981
Those were the Days…
Playing HOP Scotch "Mama May I" Red Light
Hide n Go Seek Pick Up Sticks
Watching Papa Robinson eat his favor…
Hometown patriots
Recently, I met a group of people who meet regularly on Saturday mornings at a local coffee shop to discuss the current events of our fair country. They gather together and talk about the current ad…
Roll with the changes
I'm one for change. Adjustments to big changes have always been fine with me.
Perhaps it's my optimistic attitude, maybe it's my genetic make up–I'm not sure why–but it's exciting to do things …
Speak out December 28
Saturday 10:07 a.m.
This is Raymond and I'd like to say the judicial system in this country has become benign. It bashed the wrong issues in life and give the wrong idea to the children for the f…
To be or not to be…that is the question
I recently came in contact with two different people and after much introspection and listening to both sides, I wasn't sure who–or if either–were telling the truth.
To be honest, I wondered i…
Common Core: more than a opinion
COMMON CORE: MORE THAN AN OPINION
Some will say: “Here we go again!” Time/space constraints will not allow me to cover all that needs to be said. After two years of digging into…
Rebels without a coop
There are five roosters hanging out at the Texas Roadhouse. Tough, urban roosters with an attitude.
Rebel roosters have an interesting perspective on life; they're like protective brothers who s…
Speak Out – Dec. 25, 2013
Wednesday 4:44 p.m.
Hey it's Jeff here. Thanks for the response on the fence on Old Hickory Hammock. I've called the county, clerk of court, administration number, tax assessor. I've left messa…
Woman on the Edge: Karma, baby, Karma
When I was growing up, I would roll my eyes at adults who told us how things were when they were kids.
But here I am, all grown up, mostly, and I’ve got a gripe. Let the eye rolling commence.
A…










