Something always comes up

Cleansed, ready to begin anew

The air is crisp, the fields are voluminous, the ocean is warm, the leaves transform into every shade from fiery red to canary yellow

Intellectual honesty continues to be the reporter’s credo

Early European visitors observed that the native people cooked meat with the fruit that grew wild on these shores

I marvel at the profane, embattled creature I was the other day on the tennis court

Every summer at the end of August, Shoe Inn has a warehouse sale

Sure, computers were being hacked, people were getting scammed, all the time — but not me

Hurricanes and big tropical storms offshore change everything in the water

The flesh is weak, the spirit is sprightly