Category: Pensacola

Bits and Pieces from 2017

So I was skimming through the year in iPhone photos, screenshots, and saved images from other sources and came across an assortment of quirky things that sort of represented some of my more off-the-beaten-path experiences in 2017, which turned out to be the year of the odd. For your amusement, I present them here with little comment. And, of course… Continue reading

When It Rains…

July, August, and September proved to be an unexpectedly difficult time for this family. July Remember the window shades ordeal that started back in December but never seemed to end? They were supposed to be completed mid July. Almost were. A little problem. Will reschedule. Also, in mid-July we received a notice from the DeKalb County Department of Environmental Health… Continue reading

From One Public School Principal to Another

Serving a community through public education is a difficult and demanding task. Public school teachers get blamed for everything. Little of what they are blamed for is actually within their sphere of influence, let alone control. But, arguably, the hardest job in the school has to be that of the public school principal. I know. I was a public school… Continue reading

An Extended Visit with My Mother

I spent the week of December 8th visiting with my mother in Pensacola and was there almost the entire week. We had a really good time together. We rented a smaller SUV thinking she would be able to better get in and out of it. The SUV worked perfectly. She didn’t have to lift up or squat down to get… Continue reading

Ahh! That Gorgeous Beach!

When I was a child, Panama City Beach was a really fun tourist trap. Not much public beach was left in the tourist area. Destin, however, was nothing but public beaches with the rare, tiny house or two in one small area. Miles and miles of unspoiled, public beaches, as far as you could see. Gorgeous! I remember those days… Continue reading

OK, So I’m Just Being Evil…

Story One I indicated on Twitter yesterday that I’m in Pensacola, Florida, for a few days. I’m visiting my mother. Today I noticed the flag at my hotel is at half mast. I asked the front desk why. He told me about the President’s national honoring of Neil Armstrong, a truly great American. I replied, as if dead serious: Oh,… Continue reading