Opinion Archive

We often get caught up believing great stats give you the green light to write a ticket to the pros in permanent marker.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s awesome to have a batting average over .300, a scoring and rebounding average that is good for a double-double almost every night, or a rushing or passing total that translates into a touchdown on every drive.

Florida Power and Light (FPL) is going after individuals with solar and companies which install solar on their homes.

Our governor-appointed Public Service Commissioners (PSC) recently allowed huge rate increases to our electric bills. Has our PSC become lapdogs, rather than watchdogs?

Scrolling through Twitter late one evening ahead of my trip home for my father’s visitation and funeral, I came across a post I was tagged in by an athlete.

He posted a video of himself throwing a football to his dad in the backyard and mentioned me, stating that he would be dedicating his first touchdown of the 2022 high school football season to my dad.

“We locals call it ‘our Basket Full of Diamonds,’” said the guide as our tour boat glided past the lighthouse in Jupiter, FL in the diminishing light of evening.

My wife and I, both locals, gave one another an incredulous look and mouthed, “We do?” Many of our friends were long-time residents, including a man whose father had been the lighthouse keeper.

Hey dad, if heaven had a newspaper subscription, I would ask God to pass this column along to you.

It’s been nearly two weeks since that heartbreaking Sunday morning I found out you were gone. Mom called just before 6 a.m. to let me know. I wasn’t ready for the kind of news that has changed my world forever.

Maybe I missed it, but I don’t remember hearing anyone talk about how well their brackets did for the NCAA women’s basketball tournament.

I also don’t ever remember a lot of talk about women’s college swimming this year, at least not until Lia Thomas came along and created controversy with her participation in an NCAA championship meet last month.

There’s a ticket stub attached to the inside of one of my binders that holds basketball cards from an era a long time ago.

We won’t get into just how long ago, except to say that every time I take a look at those cards, I swear I still smell the bubble gum that came with each pack of cards I bought.