Judi, and now everyone, is gone

Judi Baller-Fabian poses with members of the Guardia Seville at Retiro Park in Madrid, Spain, in this photo taken during a vacation trip in the late 1970s.Judi Baller-Fabian poses with members of the Guardia Seville at Retiro Park in Madrid, Spain, in this photo taken during a vacation trip in the late 1970s.

Mom’s friend Judi was killed in a hit-and-run the other day, and I didn’t know what to say to Mom, or even if I should say anything at all. I guess I was still in shock myself. She had known… READ MORE

This is what I remember from the morning of Sept. 11, 2001

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This is what I remember of that awful September 11 morning in 2001. The air was cool, crisp and clear, which was unusual for a September morning in the Florida Panhandle. The newsroom was empty except for Ralph Routon and… READ MORE

Another mass shooting, and again, we’ll do nothing

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Another mass shooting. Ten people dead this time in what has become a depressing affront to human decency. We will react the way we always react – with declarations of “thoughts and prayers,” angry remonstrations over gun control or mental… READ MORE

My tolerance for disinformation is at zero

It was an unpleasant reminder of life under the previous administration and I refused to be a part of it. I unfriended two people on social media today for circulating rumors about the current president and vice president. I’ll do… READ MORE

Election results prove half the country is composed of wankers

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The 2020 election is not a done deal, but from the close results one can draw several broad conclusions about many of the voters in this country: 1. They don’t care about climate change. Either they don’t think it’s happening,… READ MORE

One day I will have a house … and a home

Del Stone Jr.

When I lived in my noisy townhouse, the one with paper-thin walls, I sometimes climbed aboard my bicycle and pedaled off into the relative quiet of surrounding neighborhoods, a journey that often carried me to a winding lane in Cinco… READ MORE