This policy, if not amended, could effectively be an eviction notice for some of us. This is unacceptable.
Nature’s storm sewer. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? No? Well, welcome to Clam Bayou, the second of what I call Gulfport’s Big Three of problems.
In the end, if it isn’t ducks, or dogs, or chickens, no one cares. I wish that weren’t true, but it seems, increasingly, if it isn’t about ducks, we don’t care.
Several people have asked me what I thought of the additional volleyball court on Gulfport Beach. Honestly? It seemed like a really stupid idea at the time and I still think it’s still pretty dumb.
While many cities are lucky to have their own Chamber of Commerce, we are fortunate enough to have three different groups representing businesses in the Gulfport area.
When people I love are having a bad time, I try not to ask “is there anything I can do?” because it’s kind of an empty question; no one is going to say “yeah, come clean my toilets.”
If you saw the tall man with the gecko-sequined blazer and stylish 70s wig dancing on the Casino’s small stage at Saturday night’s Gecko Ball, you witnessed one of Gulfport’s most ambitious costumers
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.