Everyone, listen up.  It’s time.  If you haven’t already, it’s time to clean the cobwebs off your favorite waterproof containers and organize a first-cabin hurricane survival kit.

New Smyrna Beach has experienced a loss the magnitude of which defies description.

Pointing and waving all the way, grandson Everett Noah Jones marched me down Peninsula Avenue last week enroute to preschool.

Living on a waterway - almost any body of water, be it stream, lake, river, gulf, ocean - is, itself, a privilege.

I do believe that I’m getting upstaged by Editor Burns.

No matter the up tick in cyberspace, the increase in sound bytes on cable TV, the added talking heads on radio, the final word on matters important that likely has a lasting effect appears daily in our driveways, mail boxes or front lawns - both in narrative form and pictorially.

To a greater or lesser extent, we fellow Americans just celebrated our national and cultural independence this past weekend.

Our beloved next-door neighbor, Earl Wallace Sr, Lt. Cmdr. JG, ret., United States Coast Guard, passed away peacefully last Wednesday at Halifax Hospital.

In Memoriam: Cy (C.J.) Holley, father; Madison Holley, daughter; Carter Simons, unborn grandson.

The City of New Smyrna Beach took one small step for the working man this past week which could result in one giant leap for the town’s citizenry over time.

We call it Memorial Day; a three day weekend that jump-starts summer!

Every Father’s Day I recall the “occupations” of my first girl friends’ dads.

A fragment of the luster that envelops the American way is the ongoing freedom of individuals to concoct a vision and act on it without constraints.

As I compose this missive, weekend looooong house-guest grandson Noah is concurrently “composing” a mostly foreign language tune with a rapid succession of light blows to the back of my hands.