Since Washington, D.C. and all the political parties have gone to the dogs, I’ve decided to write about dogs…except I’m going to write about cats. Whatever.
“You’re going to lose your anonymity,” he said, and I nodded my head, although inside I was chortling. “Whatever,” I thought to myself, “a weekly probably no one reads. Man, this guy thinks highly of this little paper.”
Denis Frain is not your typical artist. By day, Frain runs a wildly successful marina.
The debt is well over 17 trillion, there is no plan to stop its growth, the government and factions within factions are still split, a budget has not been passed, and the process will all be repeated in a few months.
Brenna Henderson looks like your average teenager. She watches TV. She hangs out with her friends. She’s also tried to save over 50 small animals.
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