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In this busy world of ours, we sometimes forget the small things, the polite things we were taught when we were small. One I recall, bust sadly too often forget, is to say thank you. I can recall my Mom or Dad reminding me to say thank you when someone did me a favor. Now that I am older, I no longer have Mom or Dad to remind me, so saying thank you sometimes gets forgotten. That certainly...

This is an urgent plea to grandparents everywhere. Our children really need our help in raising our grandchildren. I have been spending the last year of Jarod’s two-year-old life teaching him manners and respect. He knows to say “Thank you” when you give him something or do something nice for him. He is learning how to say “Yes ma’am/No sir” as a show of respect for his...

On my website, I began writing about the Caylee Anthony case back in November of last year when I drove to Jay Blanchard Park. That was the day Leonard Padilla had a team of divers searching for Caylee in the Little Econlockhatchee River. I went to that location because I was in the vicinity and I wanted to take pictures of the action for a friend of mine. She was (and still is) obsessed by it...

I saw a 109-year-old woman brought back to life. It was stunning. Humbling. I'm still trying to process it all. I'll tell you about it in a moment. But first, a little background. Ruth1898 is not only the oldest member of our growing bolder community; she's the world's oldest member of a social networking community. She's the oldest blogger ever. And she's a pistol. Ruth1898 is no gimmick -...

When I worked for an ad agency years ago, I would meander up the street to Beefy King. Beefy King is a fast food restaurant in Orlando that's been a big hit with locals since 1968. They make real roast beef, too, not the pieces & parts stuff of corporate giants. Black Friday is always one of their busiest days. I used to go there to help out. Strangely, one of the most popular sandwiches on...

I remember when the first megachurch was being built in Orlando. It was the Calvary Assembly Church in Winter Park. Huge concrete pillars were visible from the street as the church rose higher into the sky, almost Babelesque in scale. One day I ran into an old friend who worked nearby. “Hey, Dave,” he asked, “have you seen those giant pillars in front of the new church?” “Yes?”...

I saw a 109-year-old woman brought back to life. It was stunning. Humbling. I'm still trying to process it all. I'll tell you about it in a moment. But first, a little background.