The story of the sad little hawk
I saw something on my walk today I think would make an awesome story, maybe a fable. Here goes: Once upon a time there was a lonely little hawk. The hawk was lonely because every time he flew to a… READ MORE
I saw something on my walk today I think would make an awesome story, maybe a fable. Here goes: Once upon a time there was a lonely little hawk. The hawk was lonely because every time he flew to a… READ MORE
The gym at Ferry Park is going away and I’m a little sad about that. I don’t fault the city for tearing it down. The building was old and lacked air conditioning. It cost a fortune to operate. Still, there’s… READ MORE
When it comes to the history of Fort Walton Beach, I have an unfair advantage. Not only have I lived here a long time, but my mother’s family, the Readys, moved to the area in the 1930s. On lazy Sunday… READ MORE
Confession: A couple of weeks ago I committed the high crime of sharing a photo to the job’s Facebook page of a young girl feeding a Goldfish cracker to a seagull. You would have thought I had nominated Charles Manson… READ MORE
I’m gone from the townhouse. It was a sad moment. I spent the morning hauling boxes of books and photo albums from the upstairs bedroom, what was once my office where I wrote “Dead Heat,” “Black Tide” and “I Feed… READ MORE
My final memory of that training day – Saturday, May 26, 1979 – was Jim Shoffner handing me a fat three-ring binder to study. It was the instruction manual for the ECRM 7600 (today they’re in PDF form online and… READ MORE
I got up this morning about 3:30 to use the bathroom. When I turned on the light I saw something move. There, on the bathroom floor, stood a cockroach – not one of the cute TV commercial cartoon roaches that… READ MORE
My flying days are behind me. I remember the exact moment I discovered my fear of flying – it was on a trip to visit my sister and her husband in Dearborn, Mich. I was 14 and traveling alone for… READ MORE
I’ve never been to a high school reunion and I likely never will. No, I wasn’t picked on – no more than anybody else. There are fates worse than being picked on. I was ignored. I wasn’t good looking. I… READ MORE
I’ve been a gun owner for many years. I believe a gun is a tool, and like any tool it can be used for good or for ill. But I wonder if the time has come when maybe we should… READ MORE