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You folks 70 and older may remember coming in from grammar school with the knees of your britches a tad darker color than when you left home. Why? You’d probably played marbles during recess.

I can speak full sentences in emojis. Would you know what I was talking about?

One of the nice things about retirement is that I have the time to sit with something nice to drink and stare out the window.

Several weeks ago, I was privileged to be part of a panel discussion about what it was like to grow up in Fernandina Beach.

If you happen to read my column on the regular, you may recall that several months ago, I embarked on a self-imposed self-help detox.

A commencement speaker once urged the graduating class to “think small.” He told students, point blank, that they’d never be president, win a Nobel Prize, write a great novel or cure cancer.

The mission of Nassau County Public Library is “to be a gateway to the heritage of the past and to the promise of the future, offering opportunities for enrichment and discovery through lifelong le

The Fernandina Beach Market Place and the Wildlight Market Place will both be open Saturday.

After spending most of my life in that other sunshine state on the West Coast, we sold our little mini coupe, picked up and packed up a bit larger Mercedes GLC and headed east to Fernandina Beach.

To say the Fernandina Beach city government has been dysfunctional in recent years is like saying the Jacksonville Jaguars have been a losing organization. These are obvious understatements.