Davenport, Florida, is a historical place without a place to call its history home.
Many of the most powerful ideas — ideas that changed our world — were once heretical.
This one measure won't stop some schmuck’s intent on raking in the “power." Right, Mayor Quimby?
Within about a week of the pressure-wash, Edwin once again drove by the Zambrana’s home, this time noticing Kenny trying to get up an unstable ladder. In his typical love-thy-neighbor style, Edwin had to stop.
One glitch is that Chief Larry can't call his new miniature golf course "Putt-Putt with the Po-Po" because of copyright law. We need to help him out!
I heard a city staff member recently say, “Davenport needs an icon,” an icon like the mermaids in Norfolk, Virginia, or the swans of Orlando, Florida, so that we can have an image to sell; and while that’s a great idea, what would it be?
Given Texas’ recent experience with Harvey, Hurricane Irma could prove to be like your most irritating cousin or neighbor.
With temperatures reaching into the low 90's in our Oven State and the heir apparent of creatures extraordinaire, I was brought a gopher tortoise by a bunch of my neighbors who had no idea why a one-to-five-pound tortoise would be running at lighting speed (for a turtle) through our streets and alley ways. We allowed... Continue Reading →