I recently attended the graduation ceremony for my son-in-law, Jon Crider, who graduated with his Ph.D. in Microbiology and Immunology from the University of Mississippi, otherwise known as Ole Miss.
He also wrote for Navarre Press for a year before he married my daughter in 2016 and left for Mississippi to pursue his doctorate degree. You may see his byline in the coming weeks. He starts teaching at Belmont University in the fall and will be working on data driven stories as a data journalist this summer.
Concerned residents of all ages participated in a Suicide Awareness and Prevention Walk from King Middle School to Milton City Hall on Friday, May 19. Suicide is the third leading cause of death among 15-to-24-year-olds and the 11th leading cause of death in the United States. If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of self-harm, please remember that you are not alone. Reach out for help. Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 988.
Our high school seniors are about to celebrate a huge accomplishment in their life and dip their toe into the adult end of the life pool.
We are excited for you as you realize your whole life is ahead of you. You have barely begun to scratch the surface of what you can accomplish. The past twelve years have all been for this moment – mostly.
Graduation for Navarre High School is Saturday, and our seniors will be walking across the stage to get their diplomas. This is the accomplishment they have been working toward for 12 years.
It is the culmination of their high school education before they move on to college. To all the seniors, we hope you enjoy and make the most of graduation and the days that follow. We wish you all the successes in the coming years and can’t wait to see what you achieve (we will be here to report on it).
Rewind to the 2020 spring sports season. It seems like a lifetime ago in some ways because of how different the world was then in the midst of a pandemic.
The current seniors who will receive their high school diplomas this week were only freshmen at the time. Their spring seasons were cut short just a few weeks in.
Recently, I had a rich experience that was pure joy for me. I was invited to play in a band assembled for a one-time concert of soul music.
The concert was part of a weekend event designed to raise funds for an inner-city ministry in New Orleans whose goal is to create a safe neighborhood where kids can ride their bikes safely.
I’ve been in this business for nearly as long as it’s been since the Dallas Cowboys last won a Super Bowl. That’s a long time for those scoring at home.
But the Cowboys and their lack of NFL glory over the last two-plus decades is not the point of this column.