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By Bootsie Lucas:
OK, lucky you. You’re in Jupiter, Florida. It feels several degrees cooler than where you came from because you’re on the East Coast in Palm Beach County with all those yummy breezes off the ocean, and a few thunderstorms in the afternoon to bring the temps down to reasonable. You’ve been to the beach, are slightly pink, and now it’s time for lunch. Head for the Dune Dog Café, a laid-back old Florida funky beach shack, where you can wear your flip-flops and your bathing suit and nobody will bat an eyelash. Except it’s not on the beach. It’s not even near the beach. In fact it’s smack up against Alternate A1A in Jupiter, along the railroad tracks in a semi-industrial section that includes equipment rental, a tire store, and a bait and tackle shop. Still, people are lining up at the door. Wait. There is no door. They’re lining […]
Got a recommendation for a really good beach book? Not one of those flimsy, poorly written novels that you want to toss after the first 20 pages, but a real gripper. Something that will keep you under the beach umbrella while the rest of the family is floundering around in the water. It doesn’t have to be a new release, nor does it have to be fiction. Old and current favorites are what we’re looking for. For starters, here are a few suggestions that (I think) are worth packing into any beach bag: Straight Man (Richard Russo). A hilarious week in the life of a college academic, who, among other things, threatens on television to kill a duck a day until he gets the budget for his English department. The World at Night (Alan Furst). The first of several novels taking place in Europe in the early days of WWII. […]
The Pulitzer Prizes were awarded last week to a deserving bunch of talented people. And the least we can do in honoring them, by golly, is pronounce the name of their award correctly. Most reporters and editors call it the “pew-lit-sir.” But the awards were begun by Joseph Pulitzer, not Pepe Le Pew. It is pronounced “PULL-it-sir”. Really. Check out the Pulitzer Prize website.
When Kathlyn Pattillo graduated from high school last year, her mother, Katy, asked that instead of giving a gift we older and wiser types would write down some words of advice. Little pearls that would guide her through the treacherous waters of the freshman dorm and on into the mainstream of life. I had a hard time thinking of anything that didn’t sound like those sappy graduation-day platitudes (Be true to yourself. Follow your dream. Blah, blah, blah.) until I slapped myself on the forehead and came up with the only tidbit that might be useful: Learn how to make a good grilled cheese sandwich and you’ll never starve. It’ll nourish body and soul. And it’s really cheap besides. When I was a kid in the 1950s, grilled cheese was a slice of American cheese on squishy white bread, buttered generously and toasted to gooey perfection in a well-seasoned iron […]