My solution to the stinky Dolphins? Draft non-NFL players

I have thrown away my Miami Dolphins watch cap, my Miami Dolphins keychain, my Miami Dolphins Viagra prescription and my Miami Dolphins helmeted killer dolphin action figure. I have committed these unthinkable acts because this year, the Miami Dolphins smell… READ MORE

How do I annoy thee?

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Husband: Hello, Honey Bunny. Guess where I’m standing? <Chirp!> Wife: Hi, Sunggle-Icious. You’re standing in line at the grocery store checkout. <Chirp!> H: Ha, ha! You cheated, Snooky-Ookems. You peeked at the camera on my new walkie-talkie cell phone. And… READ MORE

Yes, Virginia, they can cash a check that isn’t made out to them

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About halfway through today’s Pulitzer contender you will mutter, “Stone, you dunce. You don’t have the sense God gave the clown known as ‘Idiot Face.’ ” I was paying bills in my post-work fugue state. I’m sure you’re familiar with… READ MORE

It’s not progress if it lowers the quality of life

Image courtesy of Del Stone Jr.

Well, well. Here we sit on Okaloosa Island. On the right lies our scenic marina-slash-sewer, aka Choctawhatchee Bay. Rumors of the Gulf of Mexico place it to our left, its existence privy only to the gloating apparatchiks who inhabit the… READ MORE

Welcome to our little town, with its own pet crematorium

This image was obtained from the town of Cinco Bayou's website.

Welcome to the town of Cinco Bayou, a pleasant enclave amid a sea of tackiness, its tree-lined streets providing access to quaint shops and beautiful homes … and now, in an exciting new development, a pet crematorium. Cinco Bayou is… READ MORE

Jeff Newell will not be the last of his kind, but he will be the best

While the nose art indicates the name of this Collings Foundation B-24 is "Golden Girl," the plane was known as the "All American." Journalist Bruce Brewer stands atop the fuselage prior to the flight from Panama City to Crestview in March 1998. Image courtesy of Del Stone Jr.

The afternoon was cold, and Jeff Newell was trembling. “We get to go flying!” he enthused, rubbing his hands together, his voice rising and falling in a little boy’s sing-song. The freezing wind mattered little. More important was the aging… READ MORE