I usually try to avoid political discussions in this weekly forum, but it is getting to the point where that is impossible. The illegal aliens have infiltrated Peace River Wildlife Center and we demand that the wall be constructed immediately, if not sooner between our esteemed country and that of our insidious neighbor. No, I
Are you a litterbug? Sure you are—we’ve all been there. Tossed a cigarette butt out of the car window. Had a plastic Publix bag whip out of the boat as you get up on plane. Released helium balloons in celebration of a wedding or memorial of a loved one. But these seemingly insignificant acts that
Southwest Florida, you are welcome. I now have complete control over the weather and you can thank me for the ending the drought. In the past, all I had to do was plan a trip to the beach and it would guarantee rainy, chilly weather. Apparently, I now have additional bows in my precipitation quiver.
Not to decide is to decide. It is very fitting to begin today’s column with a quote from Harvey Cox, an American theologian. I have just finished reading “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman, a British author who raises some interesting ideas about the things we worship in this day and age—especially in this country. But,
I don’t profess to be an expert on any subject, but having spent the last 13-odd years (emphasis on odd) at Peace River Wildlife Center, I do know a little bit about a lot of things. Especially birds. I think it is fair to say that I know, or have at least been acquainted