Between my buddy Andy’s pained expressions that suggested that I was singlehandedly decimating the planet and Gulfport’s Public Works Director making me feel ignorant about recycling, I figured the time had come.
Although our town sometimes forgets it is, indeed, a charming waterfront town, Boca Ciega Bay remains our biggest asset. It also remains our least appreciated one.
How do you know you’re a Gulfportian? I asked some of our readers, alongside some of my clues that I might be one, here’s how you know you might be a Gulfportian.
Never heard of CAVE? The commissioners refer to them as “Citizens Against Virtually Everything”; that may sound disrespectful, but come to a few meetings and you’ll understand why that’s likely the nicest name.
Gulfport got a taste of hurricane season right off the bat this year with Tropical Storm Andrea.
“Can we sell the lights at the volleyball courts? Can we put them on Craig’s List? Wouldn’t that help with the insurance? Why doesn’t he give up his volleyball lights?”
If you’re a dog nobody loves, it’s good to meet Mary O’Malley. Especially if you have curly poodle hair.
This month, the mayor says, “I come to you with good news and a call to action.”
I have been very busy since taking office, and I am grateful to all the people and organizations that have welcomed me to their homes, events and functions.
Don Sankovitch is the poster child for not judging a book by his cover.
Tucker spent his early life in a kennel, living outdoors in Iowa year-round. Now, he helps others.
Saint Somehwere gets its name from a Jimmy Buffett anthem, but this beer tastes nothing like the brews sponsored by that artist.