Step into the shoes of First Coast locals with our Anecdotal section, where everyday stories paint a vivid picture of life in Jacksonville. From heartwarming encounters and quirky local traditions to personal triumphs and community spirit, we share the real, unfiltered experiences that capture the essence of our unique coastal haven.
Step into the shoes of First Coast locals with our Anecdotal section, where everyday stories paint a vivid picture of life in Jacksonville. From heartwarming encounters and quirky local traditions to personal triumphs and community spirit, we share the real, unfiltered experiences that capture the essence of our unique coastal haven.
Elvis lives. Elvis lies! Presley promised “fun in Acapulco” and “romantic nights in the moonlight” in Guadalajara. Never trust the words of a Tennessee mountain boy singing a Mexican song. Hell hath no fury like a sorrowful senorita punishing the
It all started around 1960 when she got a job directing a choir at a small Methodist Church. On examining the limited choral library, she saw trite music and text that struck her as semtimental schlock. “Surely I can do
us: Dance, dance, dancehim: Pretty Womanme: My Guyhim: Baby, I need your lovingme: Can’t buy me lovehim: The times they are a’changingme: I want to hold your handhim: Love me dome: You don’t own mehim: How sweet it is to
Kurt Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope: “Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And
Setting: Johnny sleeping in bed. His mother enters the bedroom. Mother: Johnny dear, Time to get up and get ready for school. Johnny: (he turns over; no answer) Mother: You need to get up now. You’re going to be late!Johnny:
YULETIDE IN FLORIDA, WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLDTEMPS IN THE 80s WHILE YANKS HAVE FREEZING COLDNO WHITE STUFF FALLING, PALM TREES ALL GREENBLIZZARDS DOWN HERE WE BUY AT DAIRY QUEEN FLIP-FLOPS DONNED TO CELEBRATE BALMY WEATHERT-SHIRTS OR SHORT-SHORTS REPLACE UGLY
“She’s in heaven with the angels,” I responded to my grandson’s question about the passing of my mother. Weeks later when the three-year-old returned from an air show at Jacksonville Beach, I asked what he thought of the performance. The
Old age recycles the bodyInfant once pink turns blueNature recalls with rapid speedTo complete life’s circle anew Fuzzy hairs on baldy topSteps and thoughts are staidAlpha becomes OmegaWhen life’s mean trick is played Baby teeth all whisked awayClacking dentures enter
For those of you who remember the Patty Duke Show, a television sitcom that aired on ABC from 1963 to 1966, the opening theme song indicated that “Our Patty loves to rock and roll, A hot dog makes her lose
ATTITUDE: Jacksonville folks are quick to reply with the cordial “yes ma’am, no sir, or bless your little heart.” They are just as likely to angrily remind New York Yankees, “the South will rise again!” Local gentlemen graciously defer to
We are inundated with stories, television shows, blogs, recipes, hacks and a neverending stream of social media posts that obsessively focus on “what’s new” or “what’s hot.” Decidedly accomplished chefs are being hoisted onto pedestals and treated as gods, increasingly
So, I pulled myself off the too-often-climbed-on ledge of self-righteous upset and took a deep breath and waited. ~~~~~ “Where are they?” Like most craftsmen and service people, when I made the appointment I was given a two-hour block as
