Leland Shipp, a voice of Southern leisure and charm, catch his engaging stories in every edition.
As I sit upon this quiet hill, with the sun dipping low behind the distant trees. My mind drifts back to a time when the world was a storm of chaos and courage. Today, the 4th of July, a day when Americans gather with joy and pride, I find my heart heavy yet full, remembering…
Ah, July in Florida. The month when the sun is so hot it feels like the devil himself is standing just behind you, sweating down your back and whispering, “You ain’t got enough ice in that glass, partner.” It’s the kind of heat that makes you forget what air conditioning is, even if you’re lucky…
Ah, June in Florida! The month when the sun decides to turn up the heat and reminds us all that we live in a giant sauna. You step outside, and it’s like walking into a warm, wet blanket. One that smells suspiciously like the last fish your neighbor tried to grill. That’s right, folks, June…
Well, folks, it’s May. The month when many things bloom, and my allergies kick in like a mule. I’ve sneezed so much that I might as well be a human foghorn. And if I hear one more person say, “Oh, it’s just the pollen,” I might just lose it! Let’s not forget Mother’s Day. It’s…
April. Some folks get all dewy-eyed about it. Birds chirpin’, flowers poppin’ up…me? I think April’s a bit of a tease. One minute, you’re in short sleeves, the next, you’re diggin’ out your long-johns. Cold weather on Easter? That’s April for ya. It’ll Freeze the ears right off the Easter Bunny, I tell ya. And…
Well, it’s March again, and I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for it. March is that weird month where winter’s holding on like a dog to a bone, and spring is trying to sneak up like a neighbor who knows you’ve got good snacks in the cupboard. March is the fickle woman of…
Well, folks, it’s that time of year again! February has rolled around, and you know what that means. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Love is in the air, and so is the scent of roses, which can be a lot more romantic than the smell of fried chicken that usually wafts through my…
Well, here we are again, folks, January 1st in the Sunshine State! The day we wake up with a head that feels like a sunburned beach bum and a belly full of black-eyed peas and collard greens. It’s that magical time of year when we resolve to be better people, only to remember that by…
